May journal 28

The year is rolling away too fast. Already the orchids in the meadows have faded, the fescue a metre high, hiding the vetches and marguerites, the foaming artemisia on the banks. The heat is returning and there has been no rain, the stream runs low and fissures snake tectonic patterns beneath the grass. The pheasants crow in the morning adding their voices to the song birdsโ€™ but by afternoon all but the blackbirds and a persistent chaffinch are dozing.
Bix helped unpack the groceries and we retrieved the olives from his bed, along with a packet of tissues, the lid from a pot of cream and a plastic container stolen from the kitchen table. The plastic container did not survive the experience.

Air bright and dry
flutters with butterfly wings
scent of woodbine
hot breath of the trees.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

34 thoughts on “May journal 28”

  1. I love this one, Jane. Especially the last line of the poem. Lovely. My little rascal helped herself to a photo of Forgottenman. I sense a post memorializing it.

    1. A photo! I don’t know who Forgottenman is, but it sounds as though it’s a random photo of someone you don’t know either ๐Ÿ™‚ Bix is a hoarder. He isn’t mean with his ‘things’, he’ll share, but he wants us to know they are his. Both dog beds are his, the armchair is his, all the toys are his, the food, attention. He even tries to put his head into both dog harnesses when we take them out. Deprived childhood, I’d say ๐Ÿ™‚

      1. Yes, Zoe as a tiny puppy would take over Diego’s bed and he’d let her and go to sleep on the floor. Both of my other dogs cater to her tremendously. Forgottenman is someone I’ve mentioned many times in my blog. Far from being a random photo, he’s one of the most significant people in my life. All of the people in the group of photos in this blog are him at different stages of his life. “Forgottenman” is his name for himself in his online identity. He’s far from forgotten in my life and one of my best friends, although he lives in Missouri and I live in Mexico. Ah, modern life.

      2. Oops.. I answered your comment under the “All” section on my computer that includes both comments made on my blog and replies to comments I’ve made on the blogs of other, so I didn”t realize it was a comment on your blog and that you probably hadn’t seen my blog about Zoe eating Forgottenman’s photo. Here is a link that will better explain my comment:

  2. I’m catching up with your posts. I can feel the heat and hot breath of trees. (Great line!) ๐Ÿ˜Š
    Your prose made me laugh. Such help! ๐Ÿคฃ Daughter and son-in-law got kittens yesterday. (Her cat died several months ago.) When they brought them in in their cage, she said the pit bull ignored them and the other dog thought they were his toys. He likes to hoard his toys, too. The pit bull just eats everything.

    1. Thank you! It’s funny, but often, walking beneath the trees in the evening, the air will be suddenly warmer. Maybe they trap the ground heat, but I like to think they’re breathing quietly.
      I’d like to have kittens again but I know Trixie would hate them. She prefers dogs. I hope your daughter’s dog doesn’t want to hoard the kittens, and the pit bull doesn’t eat them!

      1. She said the cats did not behave well. Surprising to me, their old man dog was OK, but she’s worried about their pit bull. She said Helena gets scared very easily, and she might strike–and she is very strong!

      2. Recue pit bulls, even when they’re in loving homes, have a lot of psychological baggage. I admire your daughter for taking one on (and what a lovely name!) and I think she’s right to be wary. She doesn’t know what might trigger a violent reaction. I hope they all survive the experiement!

      3. She got Helena when she was a puppy, and she’s had all sorts of medical and psychological treatment. ๐Ÿ˜Š Helena is a beautiful name, but she was actually named for a crazy character on the show Orphan Black.

      4. Poor puppy to be already messed up! People are so cruel.
        Well, whatever the origin, I can’t believe a Helena has any mean bones in her body ๐Ÿ™‚

      5. Yes. He was looking goofy because he was enjoying the hot sun in the yard–on his back with everything on view. ๐Ÿ˜ Daughter is stressed about the kittens. She doesn’t want to have to give them back, but if they do, she thinks it should be soon because they’re so adorable, she’s sure someone else will adopt them. I would take them, except I’m sure Ricky would hate them. I don’t think he would want to share me.

      6. Tough decisions. Our eldest had to take their cat back to the SPA after they had the baby. He was a scratcher and jealous. She was terrified there’d be an ‘accident. We couldn’t take him because we had an old dog and two cats who would have hated him. He was not very lovable.

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