Standing Guard

What do you see?

What do you see?

What do you see when you look at the above picture? Trashcans sitting at the end of the driveways? Or would patient guardians of the neighborhood be a better response?

I walked past a window and noticed the trash man had not been by on his usual day, so the trashcans had been standing guard patiently waiting for their weekly flip.

Which led me to thinking about a post I’d read at Family Trove. I laughed when Jackie described how she anthropomorphized objects. It didn’t hit me until later, I have some of those same tendencies. (You were right Jackie, you are not alone.) The first hint was noticing the trashcans standing like soldiers. Then I thought of other instances. Perhaps you remember my slice of the robin shopping for nesting material or the pansies under the tree having a conversation with other pansies on the other side of the driveway. I have a feeling the pansies may have something to say in the future.

Is there a fantasy world living in my head? Does every object I see have some kind of hidden life that is just waiting for me to discover its story? I don’t know the answer to these questions. . . yet. Stay tuned, you never know who’s story I will tell next.

A Journey

Dropped from a cloud

Bounced on a roof

Rolled until

Wedged between others.

Warming rays of sun

Change my form

Slipping and sliding

Splash in a trough,

Squeezed through a crack.

Drip

           Drip

Slipping and sliding, again

Travel over green

Follow the path

Moving faster

Now slower,

S     l   o    w       e        r

Frozen again.

Fingers reaching

To the ground.

Outside my kitchen window, the river becomes a forest of stalactites.

Outside my kitchen window, the river becomes a forest of stalactites.

Questions #23

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This post was inspired by Steph at Box of Chocolates 29.

Why are you looking at me?

Have you been banished to this section of the field? Are you in time out?

Do you really want to know? Or are you just a curious on-looker?

Is it something you said or something you did? Is everyone mad at you?

It really doesn’t matter but, would you be so kind as to open this gate for me?

Where would you go? What would you do?

Why do you care? Can you help a bovine out?

Wouldn’t the farmer miss you? Are you old enough to be on your own?

Is it fun on the other side of this gate? Could I find some greener grass to munch? Hey, where are you going? Weren’t you going to let me out?  Will you be back tomorrow? Can we chat again?

Pansies Speak Again

Last fall, I was incredibly busy working in schools, so my life wasn’t too interesting (translate that to not much to write about). The pansies that had been planted in our yard spoke up and took over the slice of  life for that Tuesday. They have demanded some time to let everyone know how they are doing. Therefore, without further ado, I will turn this post over to them.

If you click on the link above you will see how pretty we were in the fall. Thankfully, winter was fairly mild this year. We were only covered up with snow twice and neither was too heavy, nor did the snow hang around too long. When the cold weather hits we tend to wither up a bit, but don’t think we won’t survive, we are survivors. We don’t look our best here, what is that crazy woman doing taking our picture? This is not our best side.

Wait, we need some sunshine to look our best!

See what a little sunshine and mild temperatures can do for a flower’s complexion.

Okay, we look a little better. Sunshine does a blossom good.

This neighborhood is a happening place! We’ve been keeping our eye on the action. The house at the corner transplanted two trees from the front of their house to the backyard. At least it will give us something to look at. It was pretty boring before.

What’s that rumbling up the road? A moving van? There isn’t even a for sale sign in the yard. For two days these people have been hauling furniture out of the house. Wonder what’s going on over there? We never see anyone at that house anymore.

Oh, there goes Lauren pulling her daughter Hazel in the wagon. They haven’t been out walking in a while. Wait a minute! Lauren’s pregnant! What?!

Here comes Dan, he thinks we are pretty. Where’s the wind to toss our pretty little heads around, “Oh Dan, look over here.”  He just drove past us, didn’t even look. What are all those boxes in his truck? Can you see the pictures on the sides? Oh look, it’s new patio furniture.

Ahhh, that sunshine feels so good! We are in our glory, don’t you agree?

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The gangs all here and looking good!

The wind has picked up a bit and that let’s us get a better view of our cousins who were planted across the driveway. Whoa, get a load of that tree! Why do they get the pretty tree and we just get a maple? Life is not fair!

Hey cousins, don't we look good?

They may have  pretty pink blossoms overhead, but we have people walking in the yard to get a closer look at us. The nice lady said we were gorgeous!  She didn’t even noticed the pansies below the tree. So there!

Now you are up-to-date with the happenings in the neighborhood. So we will just stay in our spot and look pretty. It’s so easy to do when you are beautiful. You agree we are beautiful, right?

A Voice from the Yard

Lately I feel as though I am running on the hamster’s wheel. When I am home, I am preparing for schools. If I am not at home, I am in a school working with teachers. There is no time in-between to sit back, relax, and enjoy the season. This doesn’t make for an interesting slice of life episode. So, this week I have taken on a persona of an inanimate object I can view from the window of my office: the pansies below the maple tree.
We are suffocating, does no one care? A few weeks ago we were plucked from the only home we’ve ever known (a black plastic box) and deposited under this tree. Life was great! What a view of all the comings and goings of the neighborhood. We’ve put down roots and just started to get comfortable when leaves began to fall. At first we thought, “These leaves are so pretty, maybe they will give us some warmth for the frosty nights.” A few are fine, but come on, this is ridiculous! No one can see how pretty we are. Everyone is talking about the colors in the leaves. Don’t they see how cute we are? We’ve got pretty colors too. Who will do something about this?
Vroom, vroom, what’s that? A leaf blower? No, it’s a leaf vacuum! We are saved! That amazing tool has devoured all the leaves and now we are back in our rightful place of being admired for our pretty colors.
The world thinks we are fragile, but actually we are  very hardy. We will watch the neighborhood through all forms of weather. Blooms will vanish when the flakes fly, but they will be back when the winds warm the air in the spring.

If Hummingbirds Could Talk

Who doesn’t love hummingbirds? They provide me with endless entertainment during the summer season. Their feeder is perfectly positioned so I can observe them as I cook dinner, read, or watch TV.

They zip, zoom, dive, dart with the ease of the most accomplished aerial acrobats. They come flying in with attitude and I can just imagine the conversations they might have.

“Get out of the way, this is MY feeder!” as he barrels in shoving others off.

“What makes you think you’re the boss of this feeder, you don’t scare me!”

“This is mine!”

“No, it’s mine, find another feeder.”

“Quick, I can get a sip before that bossy fellow gets back.”

“Do you want to share?”

“Which hole has the best flavor?”

“What? Where’s the juice? Who drank all the juice?”

They hover around the window, watching and wondering when the feeder will return.

There is one who has been named King. He sits perched on the top of the holder surveying the yard before him. He is ready to defend his territory should anyone be brave enough to challenge him.

Like I said, they are very entertaining, especially when you hear their voices in your head.