You Don’t See It?

| Flower Roberts

I have learned to be an observer.

I pause and examine things closely.

This pond looks empty at first glance.

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The noisy nights have let me know that things are happening.

I pause and ponder and bend down to look into the empty pond.

The green water is dotted with specks.

Some specks have heads and tails.

There is wiggling and swimming going on in that empty pond.

It is teeming with life.

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Watch it. Wait for it. Let it be and see what evolves.

Just because you don’t see it, doesn’t mean it isn’t there.

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Look closer.

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Brighten Your Corner

| Flower Roberts

I needed something tall and light

to brighten a dark corner in the garden.

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The corner is shady during the day.

It is also where I sit in the evenings as the sun goes down.

I thought white would be nice, so I planted a Navona lily.

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Tall, white and fragrant. Perfect.

But not all the ‘Navona’ bulbs were white.

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When the ‘Navonas’ came up about half of them were white.

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Others were a very tall yellow.

Sunny yellow with freckles. Perfect.

That corner is brighter and more beautiful than I planned.

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Sometimes you get what you need, instead of what you think you want.

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Brighten your corner.

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The Placebo

| Flower Roberts

The Placebo’s effectiveness is based on the belief of the patient.

If the patient believes in its curative powers, the patient feels relief.

The belief caused the relief.

The Placebo alone has no power. There must be belief for it to work.

Once the patient believes in the Placebo his suffering diminishes.

Symptoms are ignored because the Placebo is “working.”

The sickness spreads as the Placebo is religiously taken.

The Placebo claims to cure everything as the peddled snake oils of the past.

The cancer claims more space as the Placebo stands guard.

Blindly believing is dangerous and deadly.

It’s time for some REAL medicine.

We are sick. We are dying.

The Placebo is a fake.

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The Humans are Driving me Crazy

| Flower Roberts

My own species is making me feel like an alien.

I may have to pull in, tune out and hide in my shell.

 

My nature friends may be pesky eating my flowers and trash,

but I can forgive them. They are just trying to survive.

Who am I to hoard yummy trash and delicious flowers and all this space?

Humans will not get my forgiveness for their hateful behavior.

So I will be sharing all my nonhuman friends today.

They make me smile.

They make me laugh.

They keep me company.

They warm my heart.

I am thankful for them.

I will protect them.

Because I love them.

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The Phoebes and I are No Longer Friends

| Flower Roberts

The Phoebes and I are no longer friends.

They picked a bad spot for their nest again.

They chose our front porch with a hanging light fixture.

They’ve attempted to cover the top with their mixture.

The moss and mud mix fall down on the mat.

I used a small ladder to try to end that.

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My head got a buzz and my ear got a filling.

To tell you the truth the attack was quite thrilling.

The light is now topped with a circle of wire.

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I will watch and report the events that transpire.

I was very supportive during their last brood.

but these mess-making Phoebes have ruined my mood.

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Tricky Ricky

| Flower Roberts

I have always welcomed wildlife to my yard.

It belonged to nature long before it belonged to me.

But I am being tested by a young raccoon.

The problems started months ago when my planter box became a latrine.

I fixed that problem with ammonia soaked rags.

The latrine moved around the corner to in front of the kitchen door.

I fenced off the entrance to the deck so that nothing can enter. (including me)

Then the raccoon fell through the roof of the bunny pen and broke out through the gate. Both had to be repaired.

Now it climbs my vines and poops in front of the library door

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after raiding and ruining my trash cans.

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I have had enough of Tricky Ricky.

I hope his future involves a trap instead of a gun.

Sometimes nurturing nature bites.

I cannot allow raccoon destruction and diseases to enter my environment.

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When Sarah Blooms

| Flower Roberts

Peony season ends with Sarah, Sarah Bernhardt that is.

Her buds appear as large marbles on the ends of long stems.

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The blooms open as delicate pink which makes me think of ballerinas.

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The blooms are heavy and must be supported in case of a shower.

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Sarah’s performance in the garden is last,

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ending peony season with a flourish of pink.

A good actress always ends with a flourish!

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My Morning Visitor

| Flower Roberts

It climbs up on our deck and looks in the windows.

It knows where to find me. I am at my desk every morning.

It comes to visit.

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I have never fed it or put out food.

That is not nature’s way.

It watches me work and poses for my camera.

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Sometimes angels have fur instead of feathers.

Sometimes they climb instead of fly.

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God will always be in nature.

That’s where I find him.

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