The light of morning has been seized upon by a mighty thunder storm. Charcoal gray clouds now fill the sky.
They soon give way to ploppy raindrops and pea sized hail. The leaves of the hydrangea is in a tremulous dance. Hail pings off the metal back stairs, and the glass door. Those landing on the stairs are immediately washed into puddles by the vigorous downpour. This, results in their immediate drowning.
The limbs of the tall lopsided pine are in an uproar. As are all the hefty bushes in the garden. They are locked in a lively jig with this wild wind.
Time to escape to where nature’s rocky promenade meets blue sky. To be lost in panoramic views, while eavesdropping on the sounds of nature quiets my mind. Here’s to cleansing breaths and new perspectives.
to the wind’s rhythm,
For Tanka Tuesday over at Colleen’s our focus is specific form – a haibun with a photo from Frank J. Tassone for inspiration. To check further entries, to participate or to read more on the different types of haibun go here.
My walks feel more like an escape from detention. So I find myself paying closer attention to the landscape. The park grounds keeper is clearly still struggling with this delayed upkeep. Wildflowers have taken over.
Often, I would come across a patch of yellow, with a pink one snuggled comfortably in their midst. How nice!
Met this fellow in the park yesterday. He practically stood still for his closeup. Citified! I read somewhere that squirrels eat garden snails at times. Must be during times of ‘making do’. I’ve lived through a couple of those myself😊. Even so, what a way to go – inners gone, shell tossed.
I noticed on my walk yesterday that the neighborhood birds seems giddy. Take offs and landings have a different energy. They are moving around in larger cliques. A lot of camaraderie, a lot of chatter. Were they always this loud? They have all of outdoors to themselves! No humans disrupting their gatherings. No horns honking. They are reveling in this new found quiet. No droopy faces here.
A mocking bird has been nesting in my small tree. She has been very vigilant about making a ruckus whenever anyone, or anything goes near her nest. The squirrel she was chasing around last week has moved! Now there’s this cat!
batting average falls
stray cat sleeps under her tree –
nesting mocking bird
nesting mocking bird
stray cat asleep under her tree –
she stands near my bat
(With all her antics, I googled her..a Northern Mockingbird)
This backyard of mine is at once a wild kingdom and a comedy skit. Yesterday was a gray, chilly and windy day bearing no resemblance to spring. I looked out to see her, the bird living in my tree that is, entering her nest.
The wind has been toying with that small tree all day. Really tossing it to and fro. I am thinking this was the reason for the loud twittering that had been filling the air on and off all day. A squirrel, traisping across the back fence found himself on the run. The nesting bird chased him down
and pecked him in the ass. I’ve never seen that before. I guess he was closer than she wanted him to be to her nest.
Today there was a repeat. Only, this time he was racing up and down the main trunk of the neighbor’s very tall tree and she was in hot pursuit! What is with this bird! Maybe they’re just friends. Romping. Or, maybe they’re just as crazy as us humans.
I think it’s safe to say not enough is known about the corona virus. Is it airborne or contact or is it both? Also, it feels like there is a true “Typhoid Mary” element to this.
Does the strategies to contain this carry a hint of “ring a ring o roses, pocket full of posies…”?
We are flailing in the wind. There are believers and non believers. As the politicians do battle, argue, verbally assault each other – it does what it does. Kill people!
pestilence on a rampage –
A senryu for Frank Tassone Haikai Challenge where the focus is the Corona Virus Go here to participate ir just to do some reading.