Once upon a time there was a tree
It was tall and strong for everyone to see
With the years it grew old, was no longer the best
And so the day came for its eternal rest
The bark began to peel, it left a naked trunk
No longer the tallest of all, the size had now quite shrunk
Humans decided it was time the tree should go
With saws and machines there was a trail of woe
Today there is a stump, the tree had met its foe
Before it went it dropped some seeds, and they began to grow
Nothing is endless, there will be new begins
It all will happen gradually, but the tree always wins
RDP Friday: Graduate
These are mine and do you know how difficult it is to take a selfie of your eyebrows, but I did it. I even caught my special dent between the eyes in the forehead, now that is unique. I was probably squeezed up when mum had my bump. No-one else in the family has this dent.
Otherwise I have absolutely nothing to say about eyebrows. I do not pluck them or colour them. Now and again I notice that one, above the left eye, tends to keep growing and becomes twice as long as the others. It even decides to part company with my eyes, only to start growing again afterwards. Perhaps I might get an entry in the Guiness Book of Records, the lady with the growing eyebrow.
RDP Friday: Eyebrow
An empty bench
Green and fluffy with moss
A useful place for a bird to paint the bench
Here and there a white splash of digested food
On the bench the moss overflows
spilling to the ground
A leaf decoration
from an Autumn long gone
We are in the cemetery
The residents no longer need a place to rest
They have found their eternal rest
Only their visitors, but they want something better
Somewhere that nature has left no traces
But it will not have the character of this bench
How oft have I walked past this seat
I have never sat there to rest
No-one ever does
They eye the surface that nature has painted
And move on
RDP Friday: Bench
At the beginning of May last year I discovered this plant growing in my garden. I wrote about it here now and again as I watched it growing. I did not know where it came from or where it was going. My first thought was that it was a rhubarb plant, although the stalks were not so rhubarby – no red colouring. Perhaps it was something poisonous? It then came to pass that my gardener was weeding and taking care of my garden and asked what he should do with it, He also did not really know what it was. In the meanwhile it was expanding and growing. I made a rash decision, and told the gardener to remove it.
And look what I discovered growing in my garden today. At first it disguised itself as a hollyhock, when it began to grow, as I have a few hollyhocks. But hollyhock leaves behave, they do not expand and stretch, they remain neat and allow a stalk to grow with the flower buds. This mysterious plant shows no attempt at a flower bud at the moment. It is just growing and making one mega leaf after another, with fleshy stalks.
It is growing in the same place as the one I had removed last year, which leads me to the conclusion that it is planning to take over and remaining. I had a look in my PlantSnap identification system and it said it was garden rhubarb. I have come to the conclusion that the gardener did not dig deep enough to remove traces of this strange plant and a remainder was left which has decided to grow and appear again in my garden this year.
This year no rash decisions will be made and I will leave this plant to grow. It might be quite tasty. If my blog suddenly disappears this summer, blame it on the consumption of a rhubarb pie, which was not actually rhubarb.
RDP Friday: Rash
Two years ago we were surrounded by tools. Tools that I did not even know existed. Some were used to make noise. They bored and hammered, scraped and ground and some even threw out sparks and flames, but we survived. Our complete building was being renewed from the bottom to the top. The walls were being newly isolated. It seems before a new isolation is put in place, you have to remove the old isolation.
The work began at 7.30 in the morning and finished around 4.30 in the afternoon with a morning break. How I loved that morning break. From 9.00 until 9.30 there was silence: no sparks, no thumps, no grinding. You could even hear the birds sing again. Of course there was a lunch break for an hour. We were then eating. After lunch we would like to retire for an hour. However, this was when the tools awoke to life again.
Now and again strange objects would be found in our garden. These we decided to keep, you never know, they might be useful one day.
One day the tools disappeared. It was sudden, we were not prepared for it, but life returned to its normal quiet state of affairs. Just remember, if you see workmen approaching with tools, then beware. The quiet life you lead will be finished. They aim to disturb.
RDP Friday: Tool
I was today’s cyclone without a doubt, it was a marvel of logistic, timing, driving off at 3.00 in the afternoon to the supermarket, finding a parking place and taking the lift to the lower floor on a mission for Mr. Swiss having to go to the drug store, completing that part of the quest and moving on to the grocery department with the task of finding the veg, meat and other sundries. completing my list, striking the items that I had in the trolley, pushing the trolley to the car, loading five bags full into the boot, locking the car, walking to the opticians which was situated in the same mall, having an eye test trying to decipher the various letters on the screen, choosing my new frames for my glasses not seeing anything because you have to remove your own glasses to try different frames, making a choice and now completing my quest so back to the car and driving home, luckily no heavy traffic on the road, arriving home, changing into my home clothes and leaving Mr. Swiss and my son to unpack the shopping, which did not work so I joined in and sorted it all, heating up the oven for the evening meal, now sitting at the computer, later than usual, with my RDP prompt and a few others and saving time this morning having half an hour before lunch, doing a challenge in between, watering the garden. Mr. Swiss passing a compliment that I bought everything and did not forget anything, although, if it is on the list I get it, finishing now although cyclones live for 3-7 days, so who knows what will appear on the cyclonic horizon tomorrow, this piece having no paragraphs, just a few commas.
RDP Friday: Cyclone
The mouth is open
It has to be fed
Fill it up
with a bed spread
But today is Monday
Reserved for the whites
No coloured t-shirts
Or there will be frights
It was only last week
when a red sock sneaked in
And now the sheets are pink
That was really a sin
Washing is fun
we have a machine
My mum had to boil it all
to get it so clean
She had a big pot
full of sheets and some hope
boiling the water
for hours with some soap
So fill up the machine
Choose the programme you need
Use gallons of water
And do a good deed
Bloodstains and ink
Orange juice, have no fear
The machine turns and spins
Until the water is clear
At the end of the day
You can fold it so neat
but do not forget
You must iron the sheet
RDP Friday: Laundry