TWO FOR MY SOON-TO-BE-EX-ROOMMIE
The seeds my roommate plants in our tiny front yard are a variety of unknowns. It is fun to watch them sprout and see what they become. They take over the postage stamp-size yard, growing tall and wild. I rather enjoy them still, but they lean out over the sidewalk, and reach through the chain-link fence:
I pull up the biggest offenders and try training the others to stay more circumspect, but to no avail. Still, neither my roommie nor I want to get rid of them totally. In their season, they die back, leaving tall, rigid stalks. My roommie pulls up the dry reminders:
up the tall dry stalks
last season’s glories
One already has an open, lovely purple bloom. Although I harvested glory seeds last year, she had not planted them. She disentangles the little morning glory vines carefully from the tall dry stalks she pulls, and gently guides them up the chain link fence:
after dense wild blooms:
My roommate of almost seven years is leaving to get married this coming April. She gave me flowers along with my birthday gift on January 4th. She told me at the time that the red roses were for me and that the white, feathery blooms were for Nena, a friend of mine who'd died at the end of December. The more than usually sweet smelling roses have long since expired, but not the tall white blooms:
bow above the vase
do you, too, hold on?
January 21, 2007
P.S. The day afer I wrote the above, the white blooms had finally "let go." Maybe they were waiting for me to get their message? :-)
Resource: Tobacco Road Poet, a few really nice haibun, also haiku and haiga on other pages, by H. Curtis Dunlap.
‘til next time, keep dreaming,
[aka: Patricia Kelly]
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