Haru and Haiku
3.) Write a Haiku that describes what you love about an ordinary day.
(To do this correctly, and beautifully, is harder than it seems, at least for me).
The tales he could tell
ev’ry one a swishing wag
From wet nose to tail
The sun peeks over
wanting to see her shadows
just like yesterday
5.) Share some photos and stories as well as what you love about spring.
I don’t really have any stories to go with my spring photos other than the general feeling I have every time I see little bits of green pushing their way out of the thawing ground. It’s excitement, the kind that makes one giddy, bouncy, squeal-ish, and should one have a tail, it would definitely be wagged at an amazingly fast tempo. It’s a time of year when 40 degrees Fahrenheit is nearly tropical and if the sun has so much as shot a ray on a piece of dormant grass, I am the one chasing it down for more. In this most glorious of seasons, I could also be one of those caught outside talking to sleeping plants, nudging them, trying to rouse them and get them thinking about blooming and popping their herbal and pastoral joints back into place.
The coming of a Michigan spring storm. Those clouds were amazing and let me tell you, thunderstorms in flat parts of this world are very different from the ones that climb over the mountains and surprise you. One shot of lightening with it’s accompanying thunder clap keeps going and going.
Isaac on our visit to Holland, MI in May of 2006.
This yellow tulip is almost edible.
I love this tulip, can’t remember what kind it is, but it reminds me of that plant on The Little Shop of Horrors, too cool!