In the Setting Sun

Pitted terracotta rust

shades a spike in 

an old dried timber

in the setting sun.

Or

Is it an old cowboy

leaning back against 

a fallen fence post

in the setting sun?

“Imagination is the eye of the soul.”

~ Joseph Joubert

On a Late Afternoon Walk - A Song of Trees

From deep roots

it leaned back

to sing 

A Song of Trees……..

Well now, that’s just silly!

Trees don’t sing ~ do they?

 “Every flower can sing, every tree can understand, 

every leaf can hear the silent song of your heart.”

~ Debasish Mridha

 

Travellers

Gentle flowers ~ 

a testament to a friendship

that has travelled through

places, times and into now.

“Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art…

It has no survival value; rather 

it is one of those things which give value to survival.”

~ C.S.Lewis, The Four Loves

Chapter Two, Episode Ninety-Three - Worlds Apart - Situationally Theirs

Worlds Apart 

“Good morning, Miss!” It had been quiet at the Estate for quite sometime. Cook was concerned, but didn’t feel it was in her place to say anything. She could hear Miss Em moving around upstairs. The dumbwaiter chains rattled every morning with requests for meals or to say she wouldn’t be in until after supper. At days end, the dumbwaiter chains would rattle again and dishes emptied of food were delivered.When she asked Martha or Digby, they didn’t seem to know anything more. Digby always let Martha answer for him. She had seen him go upstairs once or twice after his phone rang. “Can I get you anything, Miss Em? I hope you are well.”

“Yes, I’m fine Cook. Thank you for all your good meals this past many days.” Emelina poured herself coffee and sat at the table.” Elbows on the table, coffee in both hands, she stared into space. She had spent most of her days with her husband ~ when he was off shift. Otherwise, she did his laundry, cleaned his apartment, walked in the city, went shopping for things she didn’t need and sat in the park staring. There were no answers, only one question. Where is Dez? She hadn’t heard from her since she left the Estate for a job interview. She saw lights come on in her duplex morning and night. Her car was gone every day before Emelina left for the city. She just didn’t know why.

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Dez missed the camaraderie. She didn’t even talk to Samuel. But she had job. She laughed. A  receptionist at a large local spa! The Cosmopolitan Spa. After walking away from the interview, already with orientation papers in hand, she went to the mall for new clothes. Mentally pawing through her closet all she could see was one decent dress outfit. The rest were jeans and t-shirts. And they weren’t in the healthiest shape. The job was three days a week, with more relief possible. Dez sighed. She could finally pay her way, even if she had to get her nails done and have a proper hair style. In the last ten days, or it could have been more, she subjected herself to the ministrations of the spa. Part of her ‘orientation’ was to have each of the treatments that clients would experience. She barely recognized herself! Otherwise it was just the phone systems, the therapists (that was almost laughable - therapists?), the music rotation, and of course, a tour of the facility. Oh, and she had to make sure the laundry was done! She would be glad to get out in the orchard. Picking out three new pair of slacks - two black and one gray; some colourful pullover tops which could be mistaken for t-shirts. Once home, she polished her best and most comfortable shoes. Sudden realization reminded her she hadn’t contacted her sister for over a week. She’d been so busy. Up and out early every day, then studying the different treatments at night kept her occupied. She realized she needed to talk with Emelina. 

“A lack of communication leaves fear and doubt.”

~ Kellan Lutz

Awaiting the Tide

Distant thoughts ~

clouded, cooling and calm.

Ideas, like logs

criss-crossed and beautiful,

awaiting the tide

to roll and shuffle them

into a new picture as
thoughts shimmer into life.

“Let your ideas and thoughts give you inspiration. All creativity 

comes from your imagination ~ you first imagine and then you create.”

~ Catherine Pulsifer

Hidden! ~ A Cat’s Tale

I am a patient feline. However……moving to a home without….I repeat….without stairs to race on was unacceptable. One would think that I would have been consulted by my human roommate. But no, she didn’t say a word. I wasn’t even given an introduction to the place. I am, however, a devious feline. On the first day in this, I hesitate to say, rather comfortable place, I went into hiding. Oh, I heard her call me once or twice but I was resting. 

She has been forgiven….almost. Only because I can watch and smell what food she’s cooking ~ last night it was delicious, succulent salmon! 

If I slide over just a bit, I can look down on absolutely anyone. So satisfying!

“There are no ordinary cats.”

~ Colette

 

Melted

After shopping for groceries this afternoon, I could have gone right home. It was 35 degrees Centigrade! I decided to be brave - or maybe foolish. But there was ice cream involved ~ just a block away. 

So, I stopped by Elle’s Cafe again today - a different flavour this time: a salted caramel sundae.

In the minutes that it took from the ice cream window to sitting on the bench only steps away, the ice cream was already pooling in and around the salted caramel syrup. But I soldiered on and finally drank up the last drop. There was no time to take a still photo ~ and I knew I'd better eat before it was too late! 

On my way home I chanced upon these lovely *petunias braving the heat and the tepid breeze. They became the stand-in photo for the melted ice cream.

*Authors correction: flowers are ‘petunias’. Original text stated ‘pansies’

“You can pour melted ice cream on regular ice cream. It’s like a sauce!”

~ Chris Pratt