Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Poem - "Slow Down"

"Slow Down"

The dregs of a latte' and
crumbs of a scone
wait for me downtown as all around, life rushes by -
the music blaring in a not-quite-old-school rock sound
The barefoot lady with dirt on her heels
left minutes ago
Slow down, they said on the internet Pinterest boards,
when life goes too fast
and you find yourself running in place - getting nowhere
So I looked for the tea shops
but they were too far away
and I settled for Temple Coffee
You slow down in a temple
like in India
and you take off your shoes
as a sign of respect
and you
greet the keepers with Namaste'
The divine in me sees and honors
the divine in you.
And memory takes me back to the carnival-lit statuary,
to the sense of ease,
to the divine lightness of being.
And all too soon, my lunchtime is over and I must leave.
and put on my shoes. and rush.

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Foxtails - The Bane of My Existence

So the foxtails have taken over again this year, and spread themselves once more all throughout the front and back yards. It was like that when I moved in - the yards were nothing but fields of foxtails. And my little fixer-upper of a house was beset with infestations - thorny locust trees in the yard, black widows all along the eaves of the house and in the garage door, earwigs everywhere, and foxtails. There were poisonous oleander plants in the yard as well.

Needless to say, I've put a lot of work in, but with these annual weeds popping up, it sure doesn't look like it. Well, with the drought going on, it wouldn't be smart to put down grass seed or sod. I'm trying to "dryscape" in places, putting down rocks so that hopefully it stems the unceasing tide of foxtail growth. I've been adding plants to the yard as well, to take up areas that would otherwise be taken up by these invasive weeds.

What's a person to do, though? I've been picking the weeds by hand, and stuffing them into garbage bags, and I've got quite a pile of those building up on the side of the house. All the online articles I've read suggest picking them by hand, so as not to spread the seeds. You know you can rent goats, right? Well apparently goats won't even eat foxtails. Ugh.

I have a lot of work ahead of me, but know this: I WILL WIN THIS WAR!!!!