Anticipating guests, Gil goes into superhero mode. Building a spa in the swamp.
Or maybe it’ll be a time machine. I don’t know.
Making handcrafted marshmallows.
While I rake leaves, water johnny-jump-ups, inspect sprouting radishes.
Bake a carrot cake. Write a haiku.
Fall from the blossoming tree
Even as I sweep
Gil can write a mean haiku, too.
Admit it, we have
Life down pat at the moment
The hummingbird feeds
Oliver stays on the lookout for rascally animals.
Or a stinky place to roll around. One or the other.
Finally I wind up drinking strong coffee with my old friend Barbara.
This place roasts its own beans and welcomes dogs — not mine though, he’d menace the others.
Sundown, the most beautiful day of the spring, a little cool with warmth threaded through it. Inspiring enough for a haiku. You try.
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I really look forward to your blog in my inbox.
I will be at your WLA Washington Irving lunch next Friday. YAY!
I was asked to write a haiku a long time ago (I did know Larry already)
Stick shift me
over that mountain
Teacher said, “There’s no free-form haiku!” I did not know yet there was a form.
Still available for private use for those who are really daring.
It was actually supposed to be a mud bath, but the mud turned out to give whoever entered into it a woeful rash, so we shut it down before the town department of health did.
I’ve yet to see the goslings follow their mothers along the Saw Mill River, probably a couple of weeks — but I did go see the lambs today, my favorites, impertinently calling after their moms.
Oh … it’s the old story of the birds and the bees… you know. The cactus wrens are chasing each other all over the place and the ravens too… but the quail pretty much chase each other on the ground. I hope to see flocks of baby quail(s) in June-July… 10-12-14 of them … following a single pair of parents.
That remains to be seen.
I think that’s great though I’m not sure how quails hint.
Well, you have our curiosity. What WAS he building?
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Temp hits a hundred
As saguaros push their buds.
Quail hint at babies.
Very nice! How is it dusk in San Francisco?
Peach sky aflame
Not a breath of air aloft
Wintered brown leaf drops
Dusk in San Francisco – thanks for the prompt! mfburns