Goodnight Flower

Redbud Leaves and Blossoms, 4.7.20


I meant to post this poem with the image last night, but neglected to do so. I’m not a great poet, but it helps me process things sometimes.

Distancing Sorrow

Sorrow comes sneaking in the door again
attempting to wrap its arms around me.
I resist, I turn away, run quickly.
But sorrow is persistent, not caring
that I will continue to say “No thanks,
Not yet. Not now. Perhaps another day.”

Sorrow is relentless, it has no cares
and knows no boundaries, it refuses
to stay six feet away, it breathes on me,
hugs me hard and shares its viral spittle,
grabs me by my hurting heart, knocks me down,
and blankets me with an ache that won’t stop.

Sorrow demands attention. I refuse.
Take your blanket, sorrow, and let me be.
I am not your servant. I am not yours
at all. I will fight you to the death and
that death will be yours, even if I should,
unwillingly, join in that final ride.

From Today’s Walk

I had a nice walk today, despite it being somewhat breezy. (I feel as if it’s terrifically windy, but that’s only because I’m trying to shoot flowers!)

While shooting some beautiful iris (I hope to share something later from that house, but we’ll see how the photos turned out) a very nice couple stopped and we chatted for a brief moment. Silly me didn’t even think to get their names … so dear couple, if you did manage to find this website and read this please leave a comment with your names! It was delightful to talk a wee bit.

We are living in a very difficult moment of history, but the friendliness of people is a joy. The chalk messages on the sidewalks — the friendly waves as we avoid getting too close to one another — the brief chats. It all means so much right now.

I also had a short conversation with a mail carrier and thanked him for his work. I asked him if they are worried and he acknowledged that they really are. I was sorry to hear that USPS provides them with gloves but no masks. He said they are on their own when it comes to masks.

And with all that rambling I now leave you with the first shot of the day. I do love seeing the trees blossoming. My itchy eyes are a bit annoying, but, oh, the beauty of these!

First Shot: Blossoms, 4.2.20


As I was walking today I saw two trees that were wonderfully green. It isn’t a typical green one sees on trees, and it was mostly blossoms rather than leaves. I got home and did a search and I’m rather sure it’s an elm (ulmas), although I don’t know what kind.