I watched your arrival, slowly and surely, cruelly timed in a heat wave.
A bud struggling to open to its full potential.
Sadly, not this time.
Yet you managed to achieve what nature intended you to do.
Flowering a little squashed, yet able to present pollen and nectar for the hungry, weather-battered bees.
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Cherry blossom buds protectively closed against winter’s killing touch.
Bursting free as the sun, with its dainty dances, flits warmly across the branches.
Bees pollinating as they fly urgently from tree to tree.
Hurrying to complete their task before the threat of late frost;
Destroys the blossoms from which bright delicious cherries might grow.
Staining lips and fingers as the pickers take the fruit,
Rescued from the blight and damage of snow,
To make a fabulous cherry pie.
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A vase upon the window ledge
Has held a gift of tulips colourfully displayed.
Each day, on opening my eyes, a touch of pleasure surged.
Seeing each flower upright, straight and tall.
As petals opened, showing their perfection.
For days I enjoyed their presence.
Then a slow drying and aging of the petals’ tips
Warned of their decline.
Yet still they retained a certain beauty in their changed shape.
Not one petal has the bunch yet let slip.
With my camera I captured the vision that has held me captivated.
On opening the curtains tomorrow, the petals might be detached on the shelf.
A gift that has given me pleasure while living.
I hope you, too, from this tale, enjoy the flowers I was given.
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There are creatures in my garden, yet rarely are they seen at all.
Hidden in the walls are spiders, the odd lizard, leather jackets, ants in battalions patrol, as magic cleaning up insect and debris machines.
Weeds scatter seeds for their plants to keep on growing, for snails to slimily keep on their contented munching and gnawing. Sadly your cherished plants are on their menu, as they have a hankering for them too.
Tiny frogs seek shelter in the dampened cracks, hiding from aerial birds and ground, fox, cat and dog attacks.
A mole surfaces to leave a hill in the middle of the lawn, blindly, burying, furiously underneath, hunting juicy worms from dusk to dawn, leaving the molehills for you to pat down.
Butterflies and ladybirds, gavotting about giving amazing colourful displays.
The foxes lay against the wall, enjoying the warmth of the sun and dappled shade after a night on the essential food hunting run.
Squirrels, furiously battling in the trees, as nuts rain down to be lost in the ground. To start new tree growth in this fascinatingly active garden of mine.
Where all I have to do is sit, quietly, relax, whiling away some precious me time.
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Photo: Pixabay License
Driving through the countryside on a twisty ride.
A sideways glance caught a hint of blue.
Decorating the woodland floor as we sped along. I gave a shout of joy. It is bluebell time.
Grabbing my iPad, I held it aloft, clicking frantically away.
Madness, as with hope I sought to catch the view of bluebells.
Bluebells as they should be seen: in multitudes swaying above beds of green.
Scattering a heavenly scent, once captured never to be forgotten.
Beneath trees with branches of budding fresh leaves, the sight, so brief, disappeared as we sped along.
In trepidation, my finger tapped back to see what part of the view I had trapped.
The first few were disasters, as in haste I had covered the lens with my finger.
Not what was needed at all; two more gave only a hint of what I was after.
The next, not perfect, gave a glimpse of the bluebells, a delight I was trying to capture to show you.
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Each day, I view the dormant earth in a flower pot.
To watch a small, shiny nose ease its way through.
Stopping and starting ’til the weather is just right.
Long, slender, green leaves protect the bud ’til it too starts revealing.
At first, just a glimpse, then in bright yellow a full flower extending.
A joyful sight as it dances in the brilliant sunlight.
Lifting hearts with thoughts of summer and its approaching delights.
Daffodils showing off their yellow dresses chase away winter distresses.
Paving the way for more flowers to bring smiles and joy to so many faces.
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Welcome to the garden, welcome to It’s peace!
Enjoy the scent of the flowers, listen to the bees!
Fine tune your hearing for the bird song,
For water music tinkling in the breeze.
Sit and slide bit by bit into a truly relaxing mood.
Reach out from time to time for a tempting cake to eat,
With refreshing drinks hot and cold to slowly and comfortably sip.
Listening to garden stories, no matter if they send you gently to sleep.
Just try to keep to a limit any unexpected snoring, please.
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Welcome to the garden, welcome to It’s peace!
Enjoy the scent of the flowers, listen to the bees!
Fine tune your hearing for the bird song,
For water music tinkling in the breeze.
Sit and slide bit by bit into a truly relaxing mood.
Reach out from time to time for a tempting cake to eat,
With refreshing drinks hot and cold to slowly and comfortably sip.
Listening to garden stories, no matter if they send you gently to sleep.
Just try to keep to a limit any unexpected snoring, please.
2024 © Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen
In field and field and roadside edges, you burst into life in pristine white display, with small yellow faces.
Swaying in gathering sheets of white giving generations years of delight.
Daisies continue your brilliant showing to help the endangered insects to keep on growing.
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Photo by Olesia 🇺🇦 Buyar on Unsplash
A winding road going somewhere,
Wildflowers in full bloom,
And hills spread out into the distance
In a light haze will always gain my attention
And take me with them,
Even when painted and captured in a frame.
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Photo: Pixabay License
Beneath the blue sky arms entwined swaying in long borders hundreds side by side. Blooms of pink on stalks, some upright as soldiers others leaning weakly on the path heads blown in all directions by the wind.
Pinks in stiff, flared, ragged skirts, dancing, scattering their hypnotic scent to be picked up and whipped away by the breeze with faces open all revealing and inviting a visit from the busy buzzing bees.
Hundreds of buds, peeping out at angles, waiting their turn to burst into action, to keep the show going for months and months.
As I travelled the world at unexpected moments the scent trapped in my subconscious would pop out drawing with it a memory.
Taking me, back, to my first sight of pinks in action, long ago on a beautiful Scottish highland day.
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Photo: Pixabay License
Blossom of white, hanging free waiting the attention of passing, buzzing bees.
Tickling you all over, releasing nectar, and pollen in clouds with the exchange ensuring benefit for all concerned.
Bees fly their cargo swiftly home to the hungry in the hive.
The blossom sways in delight at the knowledge their fruit will thrive and multiply.
Petals float down in their farewell dance and spiral knowing fruit will slowly start expanding.
A sight to behold: plump cherries ripening ready to eat when lips and fingers will be stained guiltily red.
Time to thank the tree for the bounty it has nurtured and generously shared.
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A plant that starts a foot or two off the ground. Peeling off like a daisy, with luscious leaf clusters, turning them upwards for the kiss of the sun.
Each cluster is independent for years. Decorative, with no flowers showing, till a command arrives who knows from whom?
Along the central proboscis starts showing as a long arm raised to the sun.
It is a flower! Which with much energy flowers pathetically. I am not trying to be unkind.
It was not what we expected, a truly spectacular Bloom! Before the whole plant's final withering demise.
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Photo by Lindsey on Unsplash
On the bus, we passed garden after garden, showing off their beautiful trees heavy with blossom. This year seems a very good year for blossom.
I just hope Jack Frost stays away and does not freeze the blossom off before their fruit has time to set. Otherwise, fruit and berries will be hard to find for hungry birds and humans this year.
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Photo by Wald Creations on Unsplash
This flower has been forever trapped in my memories of the Far East.
The beautiful lingering scent is spread around by the light breezes for the delight of us all.
Pristine white with yellow faces and dark glossy green leaves.
Ready to adorn coconut-massaged necks, as the drums start the rhythm of the night.
Pure delight!
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Photo by Vonita Buirski on Unsplash
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Foxes on the lawn.
Heron waiting on the hedge.
Squirrel on the fence.
Pigeon on the roof.
Mole scrabbling under foot.
Parakeet screeching and swaying in the trees.
Every single one of you waiting to be fed.
The Foxes are capable of hunting on their own in packs.
The Heron I have asked to take his beady eye off my fish pond. There are a lake and a river nearby for him to take fish from.
The Squirrel has trees galore to pick nuts to fill his cheeks till full.
The Pigeon I have asked to stay away as we are about to seed a new lawn.
To the Mole I have explained we do not need holes and molehills in the middle of our lawn.
There is some wild country a little way beyond, where he can dig all day long.
The Parakeets are so noisy when swinging in flocks high up in the trees, I have asked them to move away during afternoon rest time, please.
They are uninvited visitors and we just have to learn to live together and try to get along.
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Each day, I view the dormant earth in a flower pot.
To watch a small, shiny nose ease its way through.
Stopping and starting ’til the weather is just right.
Long, slender, green leaves protect the bud ’til it too starts revealing.
At first, just a glimpse, then in bright yellow a full flower extending.
A joyful sight as it dances in the brilliant sunlight.
Lifting hearts with thoughts of summer and its approaching delights.
Daffodils showing off their yellow dresses chase away winter distresses.
Paving the way for more flowers to bring smiles and joy to so many faces.
2024 © Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen
At last, your sweet unfurling,
Bringing respite to my aching winter heart.
Your petals are free from blemish.
Vigorous with more bursting buds to bloom.
Bringing a chorus of bees and insects,
Encouraging more roses to burst free.
Each year, I pick one or two
To share with friends I hold most dear.
Allowing them the magic of wonder
Brought by sweet-scented, beautiful roses
And memories from their past.
You are the first bloom and certainly not the last.
Till seasons change,
Flowers drop and leaves take off in the blast.
So let us rest together and enjoy the time we have,
Making new memories to last.
© 2023 Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen
Photo: Pixabay License
In the silence of solitude,
You hear things
You never knew you had missed.
Leaves trembling audible shivers,
At the wind's gentle caress.
Strange birds, frantic calling,
Flitting from tree to tree.
A bustling bee, dancing on flower heads
Shaking their pollen-free.
Hanging on to its gathered treasure on its back legs,
Flying home to the hive.
The tantalizing whiff of roses
Carried along on the breeze,
Spreading good cheer.
Dogs setting up a barking chorus,
At strangers passing by.
A language,
Not ours floats from neighbours next door,
Exchanging pleasantries over the garden wall.
We are here to take it all in.
© 2023 Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen
Photo: Pixabay License
