I'm lovin' Father's Day today. It's beautiful outside and I've just come inside after having spent the last three or four hours on our deck and in our garden. I do a lot of weeding these days. I also have to be sure that the things that we want to be seen and appreciated can be. That sometimes means moving things around some - adjusting. I don't mind, I sweat through it if necessary, that's just the way it is. I'm sure the sweating a toiling are all good for me. I enjoy it, even this part. I love surveying the whole sweep/span of our yard always checking for colors/ patterns / contrasts as my eyes sweep from left to right. It's been a great hobby of mine : one that I have endulged myself with some already today.
It's sunny and bright. I have loved watching the white majestic mostly white clouds pass by on a perfectly beautiful baby-blue sky backdrop. It takes time for these ghost whispers/snippets, cragged and like white hair gone wild spread out and seep/bleed effortlessly, imperceptively into the baby blue heavens. I just love this. I guess I'm a cloud-watcher. I guess I find that seeing a white cloud on this blue backing just stops me and immediately contemplates me something fierce ! That's not a correct wording, but it sounds like what I mean and want it to sound like! Oh well, sue me! Today I was reading about how our scholars are fearing the disappearance of the sentence with all the texting and stuff goin' on! I do take liberties with the sentence, breaking it apart, but I love it and I love that it can bring emotions and thought and meaning to us and to our lives. Vive le sentence !
Last Father's Day my daughter gave me a package of poppies to plant. She ordered them in the mail. It took a long time for them to arrive in the mail. When they did I planted them out back pretty much immediately. This year we got our first one of them to bloom : it's a delicate, lovely pink! I hope to download now pictures of it as well as the red poppies that we have now had for years, Wish me luck.
Father's Day has been lovely so far and I understand that my son and my daughter are making me a Father's Day dinner. I can't wait. More later, now let the poppies explode onto this page! Enjoy, thanks for reading along.
I was successful, yes! I'm thrilled to get these pictures downloaded. They are not my best photos I readily admit but they are pictures of poppies that I hold true and dear. I just realized that like those white clouds I like so much these poppies are thin and airy and light and yet solid and strong, too. Just like the ruffles on a female's summer dress these poppies have grace and beauty and movement as the wind pushes through and around them. There's a majesty to these poppies just as there is to the suspended, weightless-seeming white clouds. The baby blue skies hold them in place just as the green stem-like-chord-umbilical does sustaining, maintaining and feeding0animating, orchestrating,staging,centering, grounding, founding, rounding,sounding and showcasing these magnificent red and pink diaphanous skirts of green plant's life exposed and ready to charm and captivate another's heart and soul and inner chords. They do me. I'm won over, have been for forever.
I told my daughter that if she wanted she could give me more for this Father's Day. I'll just have to wait and see. It's fun waiting, anticipating, not knowing. Last year my son set me up with music that was another really big hit for me. Will there be more?
Oh, the two red poppies that appear just above this text were taken a couple of years ago, the rest are all from this season of 2008.Take care, TONY
