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2 Much 4 Me

| Flower Roberts

I don’t have to go anywhere. The action comes to me.

Yesterday, there was a pine on our power line.

It was smoking and sparking.

Then a big truck came to cut it down.

In the meantime the river rose.

Then all this mess settled down and around.

While all that was going on, two birds (red and blue)

with too little brains and too much testosterone attacked the windows all day long.

(Hmmmm. What does this remind me of?)

There was so much action here, that I had to go to the city to find a little peace.

This country living is NOT for the faint of heart.

Flow

My Life in the Lee

| Flower Roberts

When I saw this still spot in the water, it reminded me of my upbringing.

I was raised in the lee of life, protected and supported.

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Away from danger and turbulence.

Protected by ever-vigilant parents.

You would think all that life in the lee would make me weak, but that is not so.

It saved my strength for the real battles.

Saving my child has taken endurance.

These battles have been long.

We survived because of my life in the lee, saving my strength for saving my family.

That’s how families work. They protect you, you protect them.

Now I am forming the lee for my children and my aging parents.

I am ready Daddy.  It’s my turn now.

FLOW

 

 

The Magic Kiss

| Flower Roberts

Just as I arrived for my shift at the rehab facility

a lovely vision appeared before me in the hallway.

Her hair was adorned with sparkling hearts.

Red tulle surrounded her lovely face.

Her whole being shimmered in the light.

Was I finally having that long-awaited breakdown?

No. It was Brandy the Marvelous Mini Horse.

She was there visiting the center to cheer up the patients.

I got down on one of my expensive knees for an up-close visit.

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Brandy was dressed to the nines for Valentine’s.

She wore a heart-covered headband, glitter body spray and a tulle tutu collar

but practical red lace-up shoes.

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She has horse sense. No high heels for this gal on the go.

As our visit ended, her handler asked if she could give me a kiss.

She nuzzled my hand with her muzzle, which made me coo.

Then it happened.

Her little head reached over and actually kissed me hand.

She actually kissed me!    I was so pleased by this.

Her owner said “Brandy doesn’t go around kissing everybody. She must like you.”

Brandy was there for the patients, but Flow needed to feel love

straight from the horse’s mouth.

Angels come in many forms. Sometimes “mini” forms.

Flow

If you know anyone who needs some equine affection, contact Kay Daughtry at jdaughtry@bellsouth.net or horsetalesliteracy.org. Appearance costs are donated.

I Know How It Feels

| Flower Roberts

‘Pink Surprise’ has sent up a second stalk.

When I checked on it this morning, it was leaning so far over it was against the glass.

I know how it feels.

These dark days do not have enough light for me.

I need more warmth. I need more sunshine.

I need to be out in the natural world, not watching bad and sad on a screen.

I will be out today, no matter the temperature.

Either that, or I will be leaning against a window somewhere

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desperately seeking sunshine.

FLOW

Name this Angel

| Flower Roberts

It’s been a tough winter so far.  I have not gotten to spend much time outside.

I walked around my yard today.  I took my camera, just in case.

I could not believe my eyes when I spotted this beauty.

What is it?  When did I plant it?

My records have turned up nothing. Could it be a Ziva in January?

Maybe it is an angel.

My angel would be a plant.

If you know its name, please let me know.

I will treasure it forever.

It brightened this day in a special way.

Flower

Moon Scene

| Flower Roberts

My other Amaryllis has put up two stalks at once.

It’s small blooms have lovely details.

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‘Moon Scene’ is only 13 inches tall.

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I must remember this when placing it in the garden.

It needs to be close to a walkway so folks can bend down to admire its stripes.

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Another wonderful Amaryllis just when it is needed.

FLOW

Bits of Joy

| Flower Roberts

When the days are dark, I search for bits of joy.

They are easy to find if you look.

Today my little squirrel friend came back again to take shelter from the rain under the bench. He knows me. I wave to him and smile. We are friends.

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My ‘Pink Surprise’ Amaryllis is sending up another stalk while holding up its four blooms.

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Rain and clouds make some folks sad, but I like to watch the mist sneak across the water.

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These are my bits of joy this morning.

Today is mama’s 88th birthday. We will celebrate in my daddy’s new room.

We are happy to have each other.

Hoping for better days, but appreciating every day.

Sharing our bits of joy.

Flower Roberts

 

 

A Part or Apart

| Flower Roberts

To be  a part of a team, you must be a part of a team.

Membership cannot be bought.  A part must be earned. A group working together for common goals has connections and rhythms and synergy.

To be part of a team, you must be part of a team.

Every member shares responsibilities and sacrifices. They back each other up. They help each other up. They act as one unit. No one is set apart.

To be part of a team, you must be part of a team.

A team takes time. There must be trust. The wins and losses are shared by all. There is no I in team. You are a united unit, parts of a whole.

To be part of a team, you must be part of a team.

This means discussions and revisions. New game plans must be developed as needed. Changes are considered by all and agreed upon by all.

Apart is not a part of a team. Apart buys what it wants. Apart bullies to get its way.

Apart does not consider other options or compromises. Apart does not listen to different opinions. Apart is selfish. Apart is self-centered.

Apart takes and never gives. Apart demands loyalty but never gives it in return.

Apart is alone.

To be part of a team, you must be part of a team.

FLOW

P.S. I wish I could send all this lovely rain to Australia like a good team member would.

Daddy is moving to rehab on day 26. Daddy has a team, because he has always been part of a team.

Flower Roberts

 

 

 

 

Rest or Wrest

| Flower Roberts

I was weary. I had been trying to move mountains and build bridges.

There was rage just under my skin.

I was a snake coiled and ready to strike with a smile on my face.

I went to hide in my garden.

I was hardened and hollow.

I wrote out the rage.  Angst and anger bled out in ink.

I was resting. I was hiding. I was healing.

But the mountains did not get moved. The bridges did not get built.

The Earth quaked, fires raged, smoke rose and blocked the sun.

Nature is angry.  Her balance has been disrupted.

How can I rest while I watch this?  I cannot.

My sword is my pen. I will battle smarter not harder this time.

I am sending messages to other warriors. I suggest you do likewise.

It’s time to wrest in writing.

I am not just a mother of children, I am a mother of nature.

IF NATURE LOSES, EVERYTHING LOSES.

FLOW