Monsoon #midnighthaiku

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

Biblical deluge
Forty days and forty nights
Great British summer

Thunder booms, lightning scores the iron sky. Rain falls in silver rods, drowning the drainage and making rivers of roads. Within minutes, brakes cease to function and every puddle is a ford. Sodden pedestrians hug the hedge to avoid huge plumes of water churned by passing vehicles. It had been a beautiful morning.

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The value of change…

The Silent Eye

Ah, Love! could thou and I with Fate conspire
To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire!
Would not we shatter it to bits – and then
Re-mould it nearer to the Heart’s Desire!
– Omar Khayyam

“I wish….” How many times have I heard that phrase? How many times have I said it, with irony or with longing… or both… wishing that the world was somehow different? Wishing it would shape itself more conveniently… just for me? From that big win on the lottery we do not play to the weather over which we have no control, wishing things would change seems to be part of the human outlook.

There are many who make that wish and revisit it wistfully from time to time, still hoping vaguely that things might change, but doing little or nothing to make it come to pass except relying on life to…

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Weekend Writing Prompt: Fear

The Bag Lady

Alert nerves

Base spine shiver

Crossing up to my brain

Dribble on my lip

Each nerve alive

Fear increases

Glazing sweat

Heat leaves my legs

Intimidating waves

Jangled hands

Kindled shaking

Lingering negativity

Motionless feet

Neurons explode

Overboard driven

Plunging dive

Quiet waves disturbed

Rushing around me

Slipping under

Timing complete

Undone foe that made

Vicious attack

Wild nerves cause

Xtra bravery

Young one saved

Zeal of the savior felt.

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Flowering Schefflera Tree: Flower of the Day, Aug 5, 2017

lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown


I have been trying to discover the name of this flower for fifteen years.  They are on trees and flower so high above the ground that you can only see them from a distance.  Last year, I photographed a smaller variety next to the car wash in Ajijic.  When I photographed this one at the Nueva Posada two days ago, it was from very far away but decided to use it today anyways.  It was when I cropped it a bit that I suddenly remembered what the leaves remind me of.  Sure enough, I finally identified it as a variety of Schefflera called the Flowering Schefflera or Octopus tree!  Now if I can just remember it next time.  (Also known as the schefflera arbicola)

For Cee’s flower prompt.

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