Friday, August 15, 2008

The Grass is always greener...


Ginger and Snap, my pear trees have taken to their terrestial homes as well as can be expected, for transplants. Instead of my home looking like the Sahara; now, there are some green and some trees dotting the landscape. It is far from my desires of the beauty of Aunt Dorothy's well manicured and beautifully colorful garden for friends and personal tourists to enjoy.
When I went to her house, years and years ago now, we didn't tour the inside of the house, we sat inside and talked and then she took me out to her garden to show me how she prays for her sisters with this flower and that flower. I was so inspired but never able to achieve the goals that she had so ably set before me.
All of a sudden, I am here in the South and my longing heart for the time with my sisters and brother helps me to understand her devotion to her garden. This was a positive expression of her missing the sisters (I don't think she had a brother).
My neighbors, to the left of us, are a very young couple and their crepe myrtle tree is so tall and blooming at this point in the season; whereas mine is still recuperating from the ice storm, which stunted it down and the drought. It is shorter than it was when we first moved in and still more full of leaves and branches. I will have to do my homework to find out how to get it to do what my neighbor's is doing. It is beautiful in my eyes and the first fruit, I hope, of a budding prayerlife of gardening.
I am grateful for the memory of Aunt Dorothy telling me what to do with that grief without telling me what it is for. She didn't say, One day, you are going to be far away from your sisters and brothers and then you will have to pray for them everytime you look at the flowers. She just brought me out to her garden, at a time that was very vulnerable for me and I drank in the beauty of what she had planted and the beauty of the sentiment that went with it.
Maybe, I'll put my elderly pride aside and ask my neighbor how she got her crepe myrtle to bloom like that?
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Anonymous said...

yeah! its much better,

August 15, 2008 at 3:36 PM
Ricardo Jung said...

adorei o blog! pena que eu não sei falar inglês...

I love green!! the color of the hope, the better way to find the faith...

oh, I forgot, I have no faith... I have no love...

sorry, I don't speak english, but I hope you understand

você é minha vizinha, hehehe

August 15, 2008 at 3:38 PM

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Title- The Studious One!

Title- The Studious One!
artwork by Elyse

Of biscuits and syrup

Of biscuits and syrup
tasty treats

Happy Saturday!

Happy Saturday!
a day at the Raptor Center.

Widdle Emmie in outer space school

Emmie jumped on the bus and off it flew out into the atmosphere. There was a set of clouds with turbulence right above the house and it took a few minutes for my Emmie to buckle her seatbelt. They hit the bump hard and it knocked my Emmie out of her seat and she bumped her head. The video camera came on and the monitor looked through and stated, Ms. Emmie, where are you? You are not in your seat. Where are you? I am alright I fell because I hadn’t buckled correctly. Well jump up Emmie we have a long way to go and you have to be buckled there is entirely too much turbulence in the stratosphere for you to unbuckle now. As soon as we are through this weather system there will be straight sailing but right now you must buckle. Emmie scrambled into the seat with intensity and purpose now. She watched every cloud pass her window and her nose was pressed to the window trying to see the top of the house as it drifted slowly out of sight. Soon they were not only out of sight of the house, the sun came out brightly and just as quickly they were putting on the atmospherical breathing apparatus and the outerspherical lights. The ABA and the OL. These precautions were to make them appear to be satellites to the radar as they were out in the ionosphere. Emmie knew all about this now. She had gone to the orientation and had a good breakfast and it took them 20 minutes for her to get out past the atmospherical pull and to feel the zero gravity. It would be 15 minutes before the gravity simulators would take effect, a glitch in the system which was being worked on. Until then, they enjoyed the couple of minutes of floatation, while being connected to the seats by belt. The first thing they saw everyday was the strataflotsam. The items which had been dumped into the atmosphere by earlier generations. What would their generation do about this ecological waste area that remained floating above their heads? This was a question for the generations. For now it was the area that they had to guide through on the way to school.

Midnight at the OASIS

Midnight at the OASIS
Sunset in Huntersville

My little Emmie

ran to the bus on the first day of the last year of school. 2 buns on the side of her head. She kissed me and ran at dawn to the bus. She was starting the adventure of a lifetime. I would never see that little girl again, she was going to woman school!

My Father and I 1989

My Father and I 1989

to the tune of Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme

A VISIT TO PAPA











Are you going to Mary Immaculate?

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



Remember me to the one who lived there,



He once was a true love of mine,



Tell him to buy me an acre of land,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



Between the muddy Hudson in Jamaica Bay,



Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,

Tell him to sow in it seeds of pure cream,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



And build Ice cream mountains and buildings of whipped cream,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,



Tell him to reap them with sickles of M&M’s,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



And chew bubble gum and eat till we’re done,



Then, He’ll be a true love of mine.



Tell him to run it off down the motor parkway,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



After your done 50 pushups



and jog down the West Side Highway,



Then he’ll be a true love of mine…

(Don’t wait for me today dad, The kids are sick again, My tummy’s bulging again, My heart is aching again, And now there’s no love there…)





He once was, a true love of mine….So, Girls, I do beg you don't miss your Daddy,Apricots, Chocolate cherries and Pie,You have one short chance to see him on this side, Go visit him and let your light shine.