Another batch of haiku. I missed a few days.
Quite a number of appointments peppered this month: dental cleaning, front tooth install, Finn’s bi-annual, kitchen guy templating the counters, two Tuesday-Group-Now-Wednesday-Group meetings, a visit from the exterminator and the water meter guy, two extra Amherst Writers’ zoom meetings (not the regular workshops), a PCP visit and hip X-ray. K went to China and I got another Covid booster. Both my boys had birthdays.
3/1
When the sock slips down
from ankle to heel, is it
the sock or the shoe?
3/2
Rain dots the bluestone
as we head out with the dog.
Crocus springing up.
3/3
To make cream biscuits
just call on your ancestors.
Let them knead the dough.
3/4
A spring robin sings
her heart out from the rooftop.
Even the sky sighs.
3/5
Complicated? Talk
and talk some more and then write
it down. Stories. Life.
3/6
Dragon litter must
mean something auspicious like
“Obstacles melting.”
3/7
We laugh. We eat cake.
And we wonder how many
more years do we have?
3/8
“Reading the sidewalk”
is nothing less than scanning
for small miracles.
3/9
A man walks east in
the woods and at first I thought
he was a turkey.
3/10
It’s not a stink bug.
It’s not a cricket. It walks
on the bathroom scale.
3/11
Jackhammers do the
impossible —they make leaf
blowers seem benign.
Dueling jackhammers
at two sites. You’d think it rare.
Here? Not anymore.
3/12
Squat, pair, seam, then press.
That’s how you piece a quilt when
you work on the floor.
3/13
She ate three servings
of my mushroom risotto.
Grief notwithstanding.
3/14
I fill one of last
year’s hanging pots with dog poop.
Raking can begin!
3/15
Idyllic enclave
at cul-de-sac’s end — ruined
with a fence. Private!
3/16
Rake dusty oak leaves
away, reveal ruby shoots.
Warriors of spring!
3/17
Vertigo kept her
from walking around the lake.
We went together.
3/18
Branches bob in a
cold March wind. Their shadows brush
up against heartache.
3/19
Daniel and Parker,
along the fence, fuzzy buds
of magnolia.
3/21
Brave, reliable,
delicate crocus emerge.
Happy purple flags.
3/24
Cold kept the spring bulbs
tight, unfurled, but a near-hedge
of hellebore pleased.
3/25
The liriope
needs a haircut. Let me grab
some scissors and clip.
3/26
We write, we read, and
we listen. The gift of our
listening like gold.
3/27
All this rains makes back
door rituals long. “Come here!
Give me a paw!” Mud.
3/28
Her roof leaks. They spray
something that makes her chest hurt.
She comes here to wait.
3/29
Missed two days of meds.
No wonder the midnight hand-
wringing, the despair.
3/30
Invasives are sneaks.
Get rid of one bed and they
show in another.
3/31
Carrot cake — forgot
the raisins and the walnuts
but happy Easter!
Back to gardening
means back to sanity. I
can lose myself there.
Happy Easter, Happy Spring
And to you too Kristin!! We have a beautiful day here in Massachusetts.
So much to enjoy here (the food -spattered baby face and expression are priceless). I totally agree that gardening and sanity go hand in hand. Enjoy your beautiful spring day. The sun is shining in Northern California, too.
I’m glad you chimed in because I need your email to send you the password for the cover post. deemallon89@gmail.com
Haikus are like little gifts…as our the photos of your birthday boys. The photo of the moss covered wall had me closing my eyes and going right into it so I could feel the moss, such a velvety feel.
Winds howling here, apple blossoms dropping down to the ground. Not much fuss on this Easter and by that I mean no decorated eggs or chocolate bunnies but we will have a small ham and a green Chile egg dish and a Waldorf salad, good enough for this Easter. Granddaughter baked wonderful flower shaped cookies, painted in all colors…lovely to see and even better to taste. One day hopefully we will get the chance to do so. One of my girls and her husband, made a twig basket, from garden prunings to hold the eggs that they painted with watercolors.,they, not the kids. Other daughter sent me a virtual egg basket that contained some jazzy music from a concert that she and her man attended last night. Not all that fond of jazz but this was wonderful because it had a rhythmic overlay that I always try to find when I listen or watch music…enough of a rhythm for me to do a little danceo and it felt good because I had done some weeding out in back, HA! some weeding, try a garbage bag full…so moving to this jazzy music was so fine but now, I think I need to find my tube of Arnica! All in all, so far, this day has been an “egg-cellent” one.
It sounds like a lovely Easter, of low-key. We used to hide eggs, bake cakes and cookies, entertain, fill the baskets. I made a carrot cake and that was it this year. A delicious ham dinner at my sister in law’s. A twig basket sounds great!
Dee~ had to look up what a “liriope” looks like and about the action of “templating the counters”…makes perfect sense, I’ve just never lived it. Interesting. Your this time had us suddenly remembering some of ours from long, long ago and posted much later on SATURDAY, MAY 22, 2021. This brought smilies and laughter, so thank you! I liked bunches of yours this time, but really liked the one of 3/18 and the lovely collage below it.
What a full and busy time you’ve had!! I’m glad you got to check things of the To Do list and things to celebrate as well!! The photos are wonderful, wonderful this time around Dee and along with the stirring neighborhood shots, I love seeing your family. Happy Easter day to you and Happy Spring!!
Well rats, comment was from Nancy – forgot to do that part.
congratulations!!! and many happy returns (who knows one day I’ll be on time) they both look so very happy together in those images…
I love that photo of Finn
Finny will be ten this summer!
I LOVE these. Always enjoy your haiku dumps. Oh – and it’s definitely the shoes!
I’ve landed on socks actually.
Just this morning, I was trying to figure out the sock shoe question. I do think it’s the socks fault as all of the others appear to be better behaved.
I think you’re right.