In this part of Texas we are enjoying some milder temperatures. The mornings are in the mid 60’s range and a dewy haze fills the forest that is my front yard. I spotted a few green acorns this evening and understood Autumn is approaching. Panic was my first reaction for there are many goals unmet. But if just for today I shall sigh and think on the beauty of the first green acorn I’ve found, remembering they are the start of a mighty oak.
The Beginning of a Mighty Oak
Mardi Gras Sky
For this weeks photo challenge I perched a vase filled with colorful Mardi Gras beads on a fence post and merged it with a cloudy blue sky.
This weeks photo challenge was WRONG, yet so many photographers got it right.
Go figure…
Wrong Size.
With the help of my grand daughter(who supplied the shoe) and my daughter in law who is such a better photographer than myself we managed to decide on an entry. There wasn’t much they could do to remedy ugly feet. Sorry 😦
Did I mention I can throw a rock a good ten feet or so with those wicked toes. When the foot toss is officially accepted into the Olympics I may very well win a medal.
Mama said there’d be days like this.
For this weeks weekly photo challenge (Growth) I chose a plant. I’ve watched this Asian Jasmine make its way up the oak tree beside my porch for some time now. This type of plant is usually considered to be an invasive species but that’s not the case for mine. Nope, my little darling has been inching its way outward and struggling upward for over twenty years now. I love the slow growing, non-blooming persistent little pest because it reminds me of myself somehow.
Old plant – New growth
For this weeks photo challenge I went immediately to an old jewelry box and looked inside. I recall rummaging through my grandmothers costume jewelry like a pirate with precious booty.
Inside the Jewelry Box
Mine is filled with trinkets of cheap metals, faux pearls and inexpensive stones but they are treasures to me and every piece holds a dear memory of the bestower. This weeks theme also inspired me to share a prose from Interior Verse (which is free via kindle right now) titled The Chest of Hope.
The Chest of Hope
The Chest of Hope
It’s just a small brown wicker basket not built to hold much and a bit tattered from over handling.
Its beautiful warm browns have dulled and faded with age on the outside but inside the natural luster still shines. Its top is held in place by make do leather ties because the first woody hasps were worn in two and now dangle loosely without purpose.
What hands made the airy coffer? I wonder as I stroke the thin smooth fibers.
Was it one as handsome as the tight weaves frayed by time?
Though dust has long since claimed his finger prints-
I know that he was a weaver; I imagine that he was a dream weaver…
Diligently intertwining each cane thread with my hopes in mind…
A place to store my breathing dreams so that they could be kept safe and close at hand, amassed in a beautiful fibrous reminder.
A quaint little chest of hope I will one day hand down to a child, a grand child or perhaps even a great grand child when I have used up its contents.
When I have taken the dusty lid off one last time and felt deep into the corners to make certain I haven’t left any ideas untouched.
I imagine when I offer it up to him or her they will look at me like I’m crazy (and I may well be) then they’ll tear the lid off expecting to find a treasure of sorts before saying with disappointment, “It’s just an empty old basket.” It is then I will share with them the wishes and ideas that were stored and later born of that basket. How they were kept safe till I could see them come to fruition. And one more time I will imagine the handsome dark skinned man who meticulously weaved the wonderful piece…a place to store my dreams because dreams need room to breathe.
Then I will show them how to place their own aspirations into the old auburn chest with caution to keep them safe, to nurture their hopes and give them time to mature.
And if my last wish were to come true I will see them realize the birth of their visions.
My creation was a happenstance epiphany of sorts.It occurred while making dinner just this night…
Summer Salads
Sorry, I ate the fried potatoes before I could snap the picture. All of this creating made me hungry.
So four pictures would be worth how much?
Answer: four dozen eggs or forty eight matchsticks depending on what time of day it was. You can tell I majored in mathematical quantum physics, can’t you.
What is the point [and click] of this post? To tell you I found the battery charger to my little pocket sized camera and prove a point share what I learned.
I love the lil pocket camera but… `nuff said 🙂
Ancient Egyptians reportedly considered the pomegranate as a symbol of prosperity. I haven’t researched the information yet to know if one must eat the fruit, own the tree or simply hold one in their possession to be prosperous. Surely worship of the seedy little crop is not required…. if so I shall have to remain not so prosperous. On the other hand I would consume as many as need be. Honestly, I don’t have much faith in pomegranates other than their health benefits.
I do however have some faith in publicity which is the sole purpose of this post, to make readers aware of the current promotions.
Perpetual Spring, a short little twisted story is free via Kindle through Sunday June 17th.
Interior Verse Plus Pose Prose and Poems, a diverse collection of “wicked poetry” is also free via Kindle through Sunday June 17th 2012.
The Goodreads giveaway of Between the Rage and Grace has started and will end July 15th 2012. The promotion is open to multiple countries.
P.S. I’m sorry for the late notification on the Kindle freebies that started Friday. I was out of town and quiet bummed by the passing of a dear family member. I’ll try to improve on the publicity aspect and keep a pomegranate on hand. Maybe we’ll all prosper 🙂
The Wild Pomegranate photo by Janna Hill
Thanks to Mary Ann @ http://mypenandme.wordpress.com for listing me as one of her recommended blogs and sharing The Sunshine Award. Check her out.
The Sunshine Award
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Favorite color: The rainbow
Favorite animal: The humanoid
Favorite number: 5
Favorite non-alcoholic drink(s): Coffee, Iced tea, Cherry Pepsi, Vanilla Coke
Facebook or Twitter: Both
My greatest passion: Reaching abandoned goals
Favorite day of the week: Tuesday
Favorite flower: Gardenia
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