PETRA's ASHES

No voices here, I stand on hallowed ground

Sinking in sands hide the ashes lost.

A thousand years have seen of Your God

to mourn His peace.

And no one is here to see You now.

And dust to dust

Golden Kings, shatter Rose into stone

Ancient ones are losts and gone

Oh the stars they knew will live again.

Dark the skies they weep lament for you

In Ash, forever sleep.

No faces here, no footsteps echo far

Light of the sand in the burning gold.

I feel You here, your eyes in the night

You se my heart.

And fading the sun is lost to us.

And Roses bloom, faces fade, time moves on, shatters glass

Ancient ones are lost and gone.

Oh the stars they knew will live again

Dark the skies they weep lament for you. In ash forever sleep.

Photographs 2020

Petra's Ashes: The speaker of the poem is at the ancient city of Petra  and senses the loneliness of the ancient world, and the  feeling that God still   is there and can hear.

EAT the APHIDS please...

"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass. It's about learning to dance in the rain..." - Vivian Greene

It's rained so much even the cucumbers are bubbling for sun.

Flowers droop

Verbascum ( false sunflowers) are so huge this year they might need propping up. Bees will sleep in the flowers. If they ever bloom....

And the cats. The cats  are raining down. Rona  schmoozes...before the rain

Spencer isn't too sure what to do  with all of the attention, before and after the rain.

It pours. Making things green.

  Causing Simon to chase the bugs.....and stay out of Spencer's way.

When I was growing up, my mother never grew much. We lived in a forest. But she DID plant nasturtiums right by the back door.

In the mud. By the Hundreds. They would get covered with aphids. They would get covered with earwigs.

But she would pick them, wash off the bugs and add them to  salads of unsuspecting  Company.

Usually a few rogue black aphids, or earwig, would escape. I would watch them  crawl over the lettuce in the bowl. Earwigs liked to sit on the fresh cut tomoatoes on the lettuce. Conquerors of the aphids.

My mother, never  bothered by bugs, would simply whisk away the offending lettuce and replace it. The aphids looked like black poppy seeds. 

Complete with another adornment of nasturtiums.

Needless to say, Company spent most of the time looking under lettuce leaves to see if there were any more creepy crawlies.

One of those times,  I found a little slug under the lettuce. (Like the ones that are eating the sunflowers alive today.)

And no, lately I have not grown nasturtiums or fed them to any humans . And yes, black aphids DO resemble poppy seeds......go figure.

Now it's just neighbouring cats and green things...…..

and the rain. the ever present rain that makes all things grow......

"This is God's universe and he is the master gardener of all." -Suzy Kassem

IT MUST BE SUMMER....

"The mornings along the coast where the fog and mist meet with the salty spray of the seas......the smell in the evergreen forest just after it rains..."- Paul Walker

Summer this year

Rain

Cherries

More rain

" I laugh with the sun, and mist that tries so hard to seduce the mountains..." -Ruth Asawa

A butterfly still comes. Flutters round and round.

But the mountains are shrouded.

Raccoons still dig for slugs in wet grass,

Once, every so often , the mountains show themselves above the clouds.

But this must be  our  Summer

 "The morning mist feels before the morning sun..." -Chief Seattle

The skies are always  churning.

The lavender blooms

But it must be Summer..............somewhere...

"I am so blessed. How blessed I am to have the life that I have...." - Nik Wallenda

Photographs 2020