In the high heat of summer days
which I absolutely
love
days in which it is
vital
that you
sit
for a time, and give thanks
for a breeze
and the intermittent coverage of passing
clouds
where the soft coo of the dove
seems to suit
the
scorch
days where one would expect to hear
the loud rattling call of a cicada
too soon possibly, (*something to look up)
as none can be heard
in the garden this morning, I am accompanied by
what I think to be a Giant Black Wasp
who comes to rest on the chair opposite mine
I haven’t had a good look at his body, which would be
distinctive of a wasp like shape
but he certainly is very large, and black
with some small bit of red on his side
we have a great conversation about the heat, where he
like me, seems to like to talk
with his hands
I will tell you here, if you happen to have followed me much
my camera is once again… on the blink
quite possibly a shutter thing again
(i know so little)
as everything tends to go dark when pressed
so I have been relying on my phone
which, I will say,
(no offense to my trusty companion)
is just not the same
never does this hamper my wandering, really
or my paying close attention to
light
suppose all it really does, is increase
my constant babbling in astonishment
to
myself
and most times I find myself
quite good company
the gardens are looking full and lovely,
although with the drastic heat, most
just a little wilt-y
well,
in the front anyway
all the rest have been fully trampled and
greatly sampled
by our rather rambunctious pup
who has taken to flopping down on,
or simply ripping heads off
anything close by that might appear
in anyway
playful
last night we watched fireflies, and the pups
found a June bug to toss around
I was thrilled yesterday to see a large helicopter size
dragon fly return to the garden
how very lovely it is to have the big pond
restored to its former glory
each time I step outside, it is always my first stop
I tell the fish, just how happy I am to see them
check in with the tadpoles
watch for the boatmen
and the water beetle
my great friends the toads, are busy keeping cool
in the shadows, avoiding the very hot sun
and who can blame them
over-joyed as well with the resiliency of the wisteria
last fall we had to cut it down to its base
to replace a crumbling arbour that held it up
and early spring I watched closely, waiting for sights of sprouts
of any kind
hoping against hope, that it had
survived
now here I sit, admiring its wonderful weaving
mastery
as it grows again, wildly wrapping each tendril
with more of its own
supporting itself with its own greatness
until it has reached the point
of
rest
sky above
I have recently started three books, that are so far
not keeping me in
(very unlike me, I will say)
and this week, watched another brilliant documentary called Arctic Blue
with Peter Mansbridge
about the melting ice in the Northwest Passage and
how this is affecting the people that live there
Inuit people who were relocated farther north, from their own homes
by the Canadian government to aid in their Arctic ‘claim’
of course told they could return home,
yet
never followed through on
as a fellow human, (and again witness to “neighbours” to the south)
I certainly am not blind to
the brutality of greed, power and the
need
to control
but I am constantly, bafflingly
amazed
at those actual individuals who are willing
to carry out
these
continuing, astonishing
blatantly inhumane
acts
of unspeakable cruelty
again, again and
again
while here at home
in the safety and comfort
of my own surroundings
I can even begin to complain
about the price
of
groceries
this week,
lovely husband is amping up for his busiest time
of the busy
while I …
try to keep my head above water,
soften my jaw
lower
my
shoulders
and gently remind myself
for a time
to lay down
the
weight
of the world ♥
“There may be times when we are powerless to prevent injustice, but there must never be a time when we fail to protest.”
~ Elie Wiesel, writer, Nobel laureate (b. 1928)