Morning glories

 

Twice a day my morning glories show up

This morning they were actually sitting on my deck

getting-brave kitties

The black one listens to me talk

only a few yards away.....having run into the deep flowerbed when I approach the door

The tortoiseshell one is very afraid...fidgety

Would you believe they ate 4 cans of food!

 

The other night I looked out my door and saw two young skunks

pawing around my garden....cute they are....but please don't stay I said to myself

and last night I peered out the window and there was a possum

with a large belly that dragged along the grass

I called my husband to see it...oh he said...her pouch must be filled with little ones

oh dear.....

But on my mind is winter

what will I do about the cats?

 

 

I suppose you think that all I do is feed animals

 

one of those old ladies

 

Well......
 I help all in need who share the path of life with me

human and beast.....a fruit of faith I suppose

The garden morning glories are blooming their heads off

This year I bought blue ones in a pot then just cast a seed packet of purple ones into the garden

..'cause planting them never seemed to work..

and wulllllah!  they sprouted and I have them all over!

I once read an essay about ....a curmudgeonly pessimistic old man

 who got a seed packet in the mail as a promotional gimmick

Bah..he said

then shoved the packet into his coat pocket and took his daily walk

It was toward the end of autumn.
.He reached into his pocket for his lighter to light his pipe and felt the seed packet

He lifted the packet out and ripped it open

and emptied the seeds into his hand then flung them along the road

across from his house

of course they all took
poppies...red ones
across the road from his house
he smiled

That little essay stayed with me
and I often think of that man.....a man I knew.....
A man who had little regard for things
but he was given a gift that day
when he walked out of his house and remembered that he had planted them
sort of....planted them with no faith

ah...faith the size of a mustard seed...I remember that one too

That man died two years ago but his experience lives on in me

I have never had luck with poppies....
but the cast morning glory seeds
well....joy filled my being
 when they opened

We all have a wee bit of hope
that resides in us and some days
 we take a leap
reach out to the universe, we
trust
risk
and it happens

May you be given a gift today
joy





 

 

 



Hello

 

Here's a shot of my late summer garden, yes only one photo..from my picture file

 

Blogger simply won't let me publish photos from Picasa

 

and what's a garden blog...or any blog without photos?

 

I am 62...oops...63 years old, and slowing down

 

so this year I let live

 

...even abandoned weeding because of a nasty case of poison ivy

 

...even my landscaper got it....now how did that stuff get into my garden

 

horrors

 

The red twig dogwoods are puckering out too

 

...they may go this fall

 

The lilies...what can I say...they are divine creations of the Great Gardener

 

 faithful to grow
 and astound me when morning, afternoon and evening light passes through their delicate petals

 

I could just stare at them forever

As I would stare at sunflowers

forever

 

stare may not be the right word.....sit in worship of them

 

worship with a small w

 

and of course the marigolds.....I hear they are making a comeback

 

yippee.....I have always loved these warriors of the garden

 

lovely in pots......blooming until they freeze to death......

 

Medals of honor should be bestowed on there lifeless bodies after the first frost

 

Maybe I will make up a ceremony...

 

It has been a cooler than usual summer and a wet one at times

 

..ha...I am never happy it seems...can fault that dang weather anytime

 

But today....shucks..it was beautiful

 

Did I tell you...oh of course not...I haven't been blogging....

but have I told you that I am graced again with kitties at my deck

 

two...one black and its mate or sibling is orange and black

 

oh dear......what am I going to do if they have kittens under my deck?

 

there is a no vacancy sign on my door

 

But my heart simply breaks when I think about Handsome...my dear, dear, feral  cat

 Who the last time I saw him....over a year ago I think

was so sick.....so very very sick

 

I recall that he ate his warmed up chicken and meowed his pitiful meow

then turned and walked into the garden bushes

and I never saw him again..oh how I miss that rascal

 

We will meet again I'm sure

 

A few times this summer I swear he rubbed up against me in the garden

something he would never do... because of his great fear

 

but where he is.... maybe he has no more fear

only love

 

joy

I see this is posted on my other blog...sorry
it has been so long that I have blogged I goofed up
I hope you excuse me.....now how do I post this on my garden blog?
sigh