1110. a watched pot never boils

 

in the gentle breeze

the browning leaves did shiver

not a one did fall 🦊❤️

Yesterday as I enjoyed a refreshing breeze in the midst of the heat, I looked at all of the browning leaves on the trees. I was waiting and waiting for the wind to create a shower of falling leaves to rain down. Not a one fell. Another lesson in “a watched pot never boils”.  🦊❤️

1109. watching

 

you watch from up there

me down here doing the same

same show… diff’rent day 🦊❤️

As I sipped my coffee I watch a bird sit and sit and sit atop a church cross. The same people came into the coffee  shop as every other day.  The same two men pushing strollers down the sidewalk as every other day walked by.

I wondered what the bird was watching.  Was it watching the same show as I was watching? 🦊❤️

1108. a visit

 

patina of leaves

tenderly brushed to the ground

incense rides the breeze 🦊❤️

We visited Yulan’s parent’s resting place in Trenton recently.  It was a sultry Saturday morning and the memorial garden had only one or two visitors. She brought a dish of cut fruit and nuts as an offering. There was incense that mostly rose upward with an occasional gentle breeze that carried it this way and that.  We ate the fruit and nuts in the car on the way home as we talked about her old neighborhood and visited her childhood home. It was a wonderful visit. 🦊❤️ 

1107. holding court

 

from the big apple

these guys drop in to say, “hey”

tommy strikes a pose 🦊❤️

I was sitting with Tommy in the early evening. Someone was calling,  “Tommy! Tommy”. Three young men came into view and one with a green shirt was still calling, “Tommy!”   When he saw him he burst into a huge smile and neared with his buddies.  He said he met Tommy this time a year ago when he visited friends here. He said he was from Brooklyn. He  was back for his annual visit and wanted his two friends to meet him because of his “magic”.  Tommy was perfectly relaxed seeming to remember him.  I snapped a photo and sent it along to them, then left them alone for their ”Tommy Time”. 🦊❤️

1106. “tommy?…. tommy?…TOMMY!!”

 

i find the treasure

over and over again

each time like the first 🦊❤️

Every time I go to visit Tommy the thought goes through my mind, “Will he be here today?” I think of it on two levels. Level 1- will he be at his regular location or will he be out galavanting. Level 2- will he still be “here”, after all he does live outside with other animals and other dangerous situations. When I see his golden glow I’m not ashamed to say I feel happiness and relief. 🦊❤️

1105. trips around the sun

 

i lose count counting

your many trips around the sun

what a ride you had… 🦊❤️

All that is left of the big and beautiful Red Oak is a giant stump that reveals its trips around the sun. I keep losing count.  “98-99-100-101-….. 1-2-3-4…” 🦊❤️

1104. one cool cat

 

high up on your perch

watching all the birds whiz by

you are one cool cat 🦊❤️

Question: What you call a cat in an air conditioned room on a hot day? 

Answer: A cool cat!

🦊❤️