Song Lyrics Sunday 3/26/17 #2

This could also go back a couple of weeks and make up for my lack of posting a favorite “Cover”, but it is also to add to Karuna’s perfect post “Imagine”.

There are so many choices online of Joan Baez singing this song. I picked this one because it is recent (she’s still got it!) and kind of fun.

https://helenespinosa.wordpress.com/2017/03/25/song-lyric-sunday-theme-for-32617/

Tree-Daily Prompt from ChosenPerspectives 10-5-16

Here she is, on the far left. She was one of only two big trees the builder saved when he tore down the oldest cottage in our area to build a mini-mansion.

27-memories-of-better-daysHe stripped her body of all her lower limbs, I suppose to enhance the house value by giving the new owners more of a view.

 

1-moonrise-ottingers-treeHere’s what I could see on Full Moon nights….through her branches.

 

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This was my sunrise view each morning. She towered into those pink skies.

 

2-21-11-042Then one morning, I heard an awful sound, terrifyingly familiar….There was no warning. Just that terrible roar at 7 AM, on the morning of her murder.

 

I ran across our adjoining yards to say Good-bye. I had known her for over 40 years. My son had grown up in her shade. They wouldn’t let me near her.

 

2-21-11a-017It took hours to kill her. I couldn’t watch very much of it but I would return to my window and take a picture now and then…and tell her she was not alone.

 

11a-final-cutThe final Cut………

 

14-piled-on-the-hearseHauling off her parts, in a tree Hearse….

 

16-the-funeralHer decimated stump….

 

17-still-bleedingStill oozing her life’s blood……….

 

18-she-was-an-ancient-beautyHer perfume still powerful, all the way across the two yards and into my house….

 

21-her-perfume-still-potentHer ancient skin…cast aside, in broken chunks……….

 

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But her breath-taking beauty…undeniable!

 

24-all-thats-left-of-herAll that’s left of her. We grieved for months.

 

img_7483Now, at sunrise, I can stilllook over at her Sister, spared the tragic fate imposed by the hungry builder.

 

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And the new owners have made the yard around her grave, a lovely spot for all to enjoy.

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Optimism for WPC

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I can’t think of anything more optimistic than a Primrose! They are relentlessly cheerful! And they just assume they will be back next year!

I watch for the first batch to show up every year, at my grocery store (I know, I know) and this year they are already here!

10 for $10.00!! Pretty cheap so I always load up. You’d think that because they are a perennial I wouldn’t need to replenish my own garden each year. I don’t, but I can’t resist. Some of mine are 7 and 9 years old!

This year I had this idea.

I live on a very unusual, long dead end street that’s a country-like oasis in the middle of a ritzy city. (When I moved here over 40 years ago, there were only 2 other houses and we had horse acreage! Even though my address would imply money to some, I didn’t stand out on this street as a migrating “Hippie”.)

Of course, our lane has built up over the years but we have scored big-time in wonderful neighbors. Everyone knows everyone and we all watch out for each other.

We just lost one of our dear neighbors a few days ago, an unexpected heart attack. The funeral is tomorrow. So tonight, after everyone is down for the night, I am going to plant a Primrose in every yard in honor of our sweet neighbor. They’ll probably figure out it was me because most of them know how obsessed I am with these hearty little flowers, but I don’t care. I like my reputation of being the oldest (and strangest) neighbor on our street.

Only problem is, we all have pneumonia in our house right now, so I may have to elicit some outside help for my clandestine operation. I’m still a little weak, but according to Badfish, my snot color is telling me I’m on the mend. https://badfish2.wordpress.com/

(By the way, if you haven’t read him, he’s wonderful!)

In honor of my neighbor Arul, one of the more kind people I’ve known, I give you the Primrose (and remind you of the story of Johnny Appleseed).