Wildflower Meadow

My Backyard is cleared but un- planted except for weeds and wildflowers -I go to local lectures on how to attract birds and hummingbirds and butterflies. I have spent hundreds of dollars on seeds -friends have given me hundreds of dead head seeds -I have even gotten Milkweed seeds from the free lectures I attend. So where are my flowers ? I know I dont have a green thumb and some of them have grown , where are the others? 

Not until I heard the wild Turkeys 15 of them come through my meadow -and stop to eat my yard -did I realize - someone down the road is reaping the benefit of my wildflowers et al. I was so angry -but then what can I do? I have decided to travel their wandering route this summer and find out where there are pooping. Come Fall -I will dead head harvest my mysterious location of missing gibbet flowers.

I just bought some Sunflower Seeds to plant -they grow quickly -even if I miss the wild bunch I will find what their scat has produced. What goes in must come out and I hope GROW !!!!!

Try New things

So ever since I retired I wanted to go to a Cape Shore Chorus Sweet Adeline's International as see what they are all about -I kept putting it off -finally tonight was the night -there were two of us newbies  and they made us get up and sing with them -SING? All I wanted to do was maybe learn percussion like Home Free ? I can not sing any more, I tried something new and they encouraged me to come back -but it was not my thing and they were all such a nice group of ladies. I promised them I would be at one of their concerts. I am sorry Rachel S I tried. Another thing is off the Bucket list !

http://www.capeshorechorus.org/index.html

Death of a Friendship

 

                 
 

 I hear a knock at my side door

I get up and look out the window

The beautiful white pristine of the snow

Is marred by your innuendo

I close my eyes and for a moment

Contemplate not answering the summons.

But I know you will not stop knocking

Until the door is open

I do not know if you will be angry

Or hurtful,

Or demanding.

I do know we are friends no longer.

I have told you to go away

To knock on my door no more

You seem to think I owe you something

But we are friends no longer

So once again I say: I can not help

And slowly close the door

I see your face as you turn away

You still think we are friends.

                                                                 

Love Thy Neighbor

Love thy Neighbor    1/27/2014

I hear a knock at my side door

I get up and look out the window

The beautiful white pristine of the snow

Surrounding my car is marred by footsteps

I follow their origin.

I close my eyes and for a moment

Contemplate not answering the summons.

But I know you will not stop knocking

Until I open the door.

I am eating my breakfast and finish chewing

I do not know if you will be angry

Or hurtful,

Or demanding.

I have not spoken, not once these last 10 times

You use to be a neighbor I shared confidences with

Over tea and cigarettes.

But that was more than 20 years ago.

I open the door and look at you

You wore a coat this time but no hat or gloves.

I cannot see your feet buried in the snow,

Not yet brushed from my steps.

You have a scab on your chin; your hair is long and tangled.

For a woman close to seventy,

You must weigh 80 pounds.

Your hand is on my locked storm door.

“I know I must not be your favorite person

But I got a phone for Christmas

And it is having trouble connecting”: you say.

I think: Seriously? You told me all this last month

When we were talking and you were drunk

I offered to drive you back to the store

And you refused

I let you call your Mother many times that day and the next and the next

You always yelled the same thing

“You have to get me a phone Mom”

Don’t you remember?

Don’t you remember when you yelled at me for not letting you into my house?

Don’t you remember coming back and saying you ‘Disrespect me “ and

‘I am the most disparaging person you have ever met”

Don’t you remember Me telling You to stop bothering Me?

I just nod my head.

Your eyes grow wide like you have hooked me once again,

On your alcoholic fishing rod of deceit and lies.

“I have to use your phone’

You say with that Entitlement in your voice.

I speak for the first time in days

“I can not help you.”

A piece of my breakfast comes out of my mouth.

I am so startled, I do not laugh; just wipe it away with my hand.

You look incredulously at me,

How could I have denied you anything?

You turn and walk down the steps.

Slowly I close the door, lock it and close my eyes.

                                                         You really think we are still friends.

2014 New Year Resolutions

New Year Resolutions by rlsimpson Jan 1, 2014

I do not make them.

I tried once upon a time, maybe, or maybe it was someone else in my other life. Don’t keep them , don’t waste my life making them.  I am just happy to wake up each morning and after my nap. I would love to keep getting healthier and maybe loose a lot more weight –but really, it is not worth making a resolution for, is it?

 I have decided to keep a positive vibe jar. It is a plastic jar with a screw top lid that started out its life as a peanut filled pretzel container. They were not that good and I tried to pour boiling water over the glued on labels –only to melt the container, so that it sags a little to the side. I am thinking contact paper. –Into this jar, I will put slips of paper in, having written on laughing out loud moments of my life. I started today, Jan 1,2014. I will read them all on Dec 31,2014.

 I already have one. Today, because we are expecting snow, I backed my front wheel drive car up my steep driveway. It took me 4 maybe 5 times to get it in the right position. By the time I was finished I was laughing out loud at my silly self. Ok so little things amuse me. I haven’t actually put the slip of paper in the container because I have to wash it out, and find the just right contact paper at the dollar store.

I also have given myself one habit to make. I will look people in the eyes when I smile at them. When I lost that ability and reverted back to my shy, unobservant self, I have no idea. But I do not like that me.

 Oh and a new Mantra from “Eat. Pray, Love”:

 “Never let anyone love you less, than you love yourself.” I really like that.

That should about do it for my 62nd-63rd year.