Fuzzy Friday

No, I’m not referring to my state of mind (although you may beg to differ) but to the sun highlighting some fuzzy beauties. My brother and I used to call plants like these “tippy toes.” Not sure why, but I still love the name.

Keep walkin’

These days I don’t even like to go on Facebook (not so sure I like it most days, but that’s another story) or listen to the news. It’s all coronavirus and depressing. Yes, it’s a problem; yes, we need to take precautions (most of which we should have been doing lo these many years; no, we don’t need to hoard toilet paper; no, the water supply is still good so leave the bottled water on the shelf.

Life seems to look like this…

Friday flowers…sunshine on a stem

Drunk

Indian Summer

Sitting on the deck with the latest Elizabeth George
and a salted caramel macchiato 
in a red cup with Christmas decorations
	(free medium drink coupon)
	(next time get the mocha)
bare toes luxuriate in unseasonable warmth
eyes squint against the sun of a glorious day.

I recklessly and willfully
Squander time outside today
	riches that may not come again for months
	(foggy morning hours in the park
	stolen afternoon hours in the sun.)
Housework will be there tomorrow
	(and when I go inside.)

With the “fall back" time
	darkness arrives too quickly,
	breathing closely behind my back
	at 2:30, only two hours away.

I close my eyes against the sun
	trying to interpret the black shapes that move
	against the orange behind my eyelids.

Wordless Wednesday

Saturday haiku

We as flowers do
Turn our faces toward the sun
My sunshine is you

Winter sunshine–a photo for Saturday