Haiku 286
Whatever gets you
Through today and tomorrow
Shine a little light
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Keane, Hamburg Song
Staan Sterk!
Haiku 286
Whatever gets you
Through today and tomorrow
Shine a little light
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Keane, Hamburg Song
Staan Sterk!
Haiku 285
Shadows sometimes glimpsed
From the corner of my eye
Where you used to be
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Dear WordPress friends. Thank you for your kind, heartfelt comments on my last post.
The love you shared gave me strength,
And it is what makes the world a better place.
post script: The photo is of an Arum Lily by my stoep, with shadows cast on it from the sun filtering through the leaves on the grape vine above.
Haiku 284
Today you’re not here
And all the years before me
I will face alone
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I try to keep my Blog light and entertaining, with little personal info.
But you, my friends here on WP, will be wondering about my long absence this year.
Seven months ago I lost a sister suddenly to natural causes, and two months ago, after a long illness, my husband.
Still, life goes on and you just have to pick up the pieces.
So here I am.
Haiku 283
Hey! Remember me?
Just popping by to say Hi!
How you all doing?
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It’s suddenly winter down here in Cape Town.
Although the sun is still warm during the day, it is decidedly chilly overnight.
Here is Sparky the squirrel on top of our fence, chilling out and warming up in the early morning sunshine.
Haiku 282
Oh my! Omicron
Bye Bye 2021
Here’s to moving on!
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Another year that has passed as, “Meh!”
No-one in my neighbourhood could even summon up the enthusiasm to make a little noise last night! I guess after 2020 we all hoped that 2021 would be so much better. Well, it wasn’t as bad as 2020, but neither was it great. So, we’ll just have to wait to see what 2022 has in store for us.
I offer my condolences to those who have lost loved ones to Corona.
Thank you all for your continued support and friendship here on WP.
Here’s to a brand new start in 2022.
Cheers from Scifi.
Happy New Year!
Haiku 281
Blue infinity
Soul-searching outer reaches
Introspective thoughts
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So, I’m sitting in the garden by the pool, under the shade of the giant Eugenia, sipping my vodka, at the end of another hard day, when I hear the sound of the ice cream van, driving past my house, playing Music Box Dancer on an infinite loop.
Instantly, memories flood my inner core, of a long, lazy afternoon in Yorkshire, when my best friend Hilary and I chased the ice cream van around the neighbourhood on our second-hand bikes, buying cheap frozen ices at each stop. I was ten and she was six months younger.
A simpler, happier, time.
post script: If you’re wondering, the leaves you see in the blue sky photo above are from my ancient apple tree, not the Eugenia. And I only include them in the shot to prove that it is indeed the sky, and not a random blue picture. Yes, our sky really is that blue.
Haiku 280
Gnarly old branches
Every spring surprising me
With new beginnings
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My ancient apple tree was here when we bought the house, eons ago.
Its trunk is lumpy and diseased, yet it still somehow manages to regenerate each year.
Every time I walk past this tree I check it for new growth. First there were a few new green leaves.
Then finally, one day, I spot what I’ve been waiting for. The first apple blossom.
Now it is spring!
Haiku 279
From small to smaller
They only want to survive
All life is precious
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We’d just had another of our Cape Storms, with strong winds and rain. My pool was full of leaves blown off the trees. I went round with the pool net, skimming as many of the leaves off the surface as I could.
I spotted a butterfly lying flat on the surface, wings outstretched. I thought to myself, “Well he’s gone,” but scooped him up anyway.
Then I noticed a large dark leaf, that seemed to be moving. I realised it was a mole!
The poor thing must have fallen in last night. It was exhausted, cold and barely alive, but still bravely trying to swim and survive.
I quickly scooped him up in the net also and laid it on the lawn. I made sure he was at the top so he could breathe, and went to fetch my camera.
When I came back, I was amazed to see that the butterfly had crawled out of the leaf mess and was wafting its wings, trying to dry off, while perching on the edge of the net.
The mole wasn’t moving at all. Poor little thing. I must have been just too late.
Still, I had an idea! Finding a small twig I pressed it gently under the mole’s forearm – and gave him CPR!
I didn’t want to actually touch him in case he sprang to life and bit me!
The mole was still motionless, but I don’t give up easily. I carried the net full of leaves, mole and butterfly over to a sheltered spot in my garden and emptied it out under the fir tree.
Then I tried to get the butterfly off the net. I placed the net next to the brick wall by the pool pump, and encouraged the butterfly to go onto it, but it was having none of that and turned away back to the netting. How did it even see?
So I held the net right up against a branch of the olive tree – and the butterfly stepped on to it. When I checked a short while later, he’d flown off.
Back to Mr Mole. I watched him quietly for a while, then noticed he was moving very slightly. He was still alive! Amazing!
I don’t know if you can see from the photos, but he had the most beautiful iridescent fur, with shiny colours of gold, green and violet. I think he was a Cape Golden Mole, occurring only in Sub-Saharan Africa.
I thought the best thing I could do for him, was to cover him with a few leaves, for camouflage and warmth, and just leave him be.
When I checked on him later, he’d also gone home.
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Waking up on Saturday morning, I never dreamed that a few hours later I would be giving CPR to a mole! It just goes to show; you never know what each day will bring.
Haiku 278
Carry on shining
Filter sunlight through petals
Still providing joy
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I cut these few freesias before they got too frazzled, as they were growing horizontally. They continued to give me pleasure as they sat in their vase on the little side unit, bathed in sunlight.
My freesias have all just about finished. Now I have the long wait for the leaves to shrivel up and the bulb to restore its energy, before I can tidy up the plant pots.
But I can’t complain, as I have had many weeks of colour and scent from these little plants – and more than a few blog posts!
Haiku 277
A bright flash of skirts
Differing shades of yellow
Daffy-down-dilly!
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I’m not sure how I remembered the phrase “Daffy-down-dilly” – (it must have been hiding in the depths of my childhood memories for more decades than I care to think about) – but once recalled, it was perfect, at five syllables, for a line in my haiku!
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post script: Daffy-down-dilly was first mentioned in a novel by Nathaniel Hawthorne in 1843.
The poem which I remember, is as follows:
Daffy-down-dilly
Has come to town
With a yellow petticoat
And a pretty green gown