I had a cell phone
for about thirty seconds
well actually it was more like
a couple of months
and now
it’s
gone
in truth, I really did nothing with it
except avoid learning
how
to use it
who has time for these things
anyway?
I sent one text
in all
and really a phone
who needs these contraptions?
all that terror involved
in having to create
a voice mail message!
and, what if somebody calls
answering??
my only plan had been
to bombard
my husband
with
messages of Love
in case
he should forget
and I’ll do that
anyway…
so now, the phone
belongs to my son
and there
with him
it will be useful
a much
happier home
I’m sure
stepping outside,
I feel much freer
without
those extra 200 grams
weighing me
down
I’ve got more important
calls to answer
anyway …
Just outside the door, Robert awaits, my downy woodpecker, she and I are dear friends. Soon enough the yard also fills with the bright and cheery ‘chick-a-dee-dee-dee’, compelling me to sing along. As well as the saucy scolding of a grey squirrel who is voicing great concern over something quite upsetting. Coming around the side of the house to see, I spot him greedily gathering peanuts from the feeder and I suppose warning off anyone who dares to move in for a share of his feast. “How very bossy you are”, I tell him , and he gives it to me right back. “Cheeky”, I say, as it was just I who filled that feeder so generously, at the kind request of Mrs. Cardinal who came knocking at my window moments ago.
He keeps me in his icy stare, as he madly nibbles away. I decide then to leave him to it, and off I go to check in at the pond.
The sun is only shining a little as the clouds have gathered in. With the closing in shade it allows areas of the pond to remain hidden. Secrets kept. Moving closer, I can now spot the rarely seen ‘golf ball’ fish, that seems to have invaded this peaceful sight. Quietly nestled in the bottom, close to the edge. Hmph. I suppose I will have to speak to someone about having that one removed and returned to his rightful owner.
Moving round to the shallow end, I am eager to check on the many strands of toad eggs, laid I fear, a bit too early in still unpredictable spring weather. The first planting. They appear to be tiny little black lines now, not the little black pearls they once were. However, cool nights can’t have been good for them in such delicate states.
I squat down, with a soft sigh of sadness, no movement, to think of what may have been lost. But just then, I see a little squiggle, now two. I am elated at the possibilities and miraculous buoyancy of life! ‘Never lose hope’, I say!
A wander to take in just how fast everything is springing to beauty. The violets, the tulips, the quince all early bloomers, and the mighty dandelion. Roar! The apple blossoms just starting to peek, primping and perfuming backstage, waiting on cue. The lilac, plumping their purple pompadours ready to open the show. The delicate bud of my woodland poppy gracefully stretching her neck. The trillium stretches her arms, now almost ready to turn her beautiful head. The delightful lilly- of the valley starting to gather in numbers. Shades of mint, and moss, emeralds and kelly’s dancing around me everywhere. Delicate twinkling wind chimes, and the soft crackles of pine cones under foot. The hawk shrieks across the sky, and I gaze up at the clouds, and the bursting forth of the tree tops.
As I slowly feel myself float back down,
it is there I spot you,
my little one,
just waiting to be noticed.
In your lovely little shell all spiraled in browns and yellows,
you and me
aren’t we
a pair
just quietly here ..
admiring,
watching,
listening …
no cell phones… ♥