Day 9 #NPM – How to breathe in North Carolina in the Spring

When the oak pollen falls, when the air hazes gold,
when black hens show sparkles of blond,
when windshield wipers are needed to see
through the film dropped by the frond,

when you pray for rain to clear the air
and wash the pavement clean,
when the temps are perfect for windows and breezes,
go inside and turn on the AC.


Good grief, it wouldn’t be NaPoWriMo without a pollen poem. Seriously high pollen count right now…

Spring (NaPoWriMo Day 4)

Lawnmowers, blue jays,

wind through newly leafed trees—

no more sweaters.


Today’s prompt was from  Write a “lune,” which is similar to a haiku in that it has three lines with 3-5-3 words (rather than 5-7-5 syllables). Check out this really interesting article by Jack Collom about teaching poetry (including lunes) in the schools.

After so much haiku in the past couple years, I found myself having trouble counting in words rather than syllables… 🙂

Clue – September Heights – Day 23

River runs below

Sudden crack of ice     —fractals—

Bird tracks in wet snow


Haiku Heights is hosting The September Heights, a haiku-a-day challenge with a daily word prompt to be used as a theme and/or in the haiku. Day 23′s prompt is “clue.” Click through to check out more haiku or to add your own.

Small Stones – January 28, 30, and 31 – Wrapping it up with chickens!

January 28

I’ve noticed some changes in the chickens since they started laying eggs.

  • They are all noisier, but Victoria squawks like the dickens. I can’t tell if it is related to egg-laying (“egg song”), if she sees predators, or if she is just cranky.
  • The Australorps, Anne and Margaret, do not stick together as much as they used to. We got them together when they were a few weeks old, so they have been sisters and best buds, sticking together and, for a long time, fearful of Victoria. They still get agitated when one disappears up to the roost to lay an egg, but when they are free-ranging in the afternoon, they wander further apart than ever before.
  • They have a funny new position they take when I try to pick them up. They used to run, skip and hop away, or they would be too intense eating something and not realize my hands were coming. Now they take this funny defensive position like a Sumo wrestler. They crouch (if you can call it that—they have pretty darn short legs) and cup their wings to hulk up. It makes me wonder if they are positioning to protect the “nest.” (I’ve tried to get a photo of this, but haven’t had any luck so far.)

January 30

We had our first two eggs for dinner. Hard boiled and sliced on our spinach salads. They were small and yummy–creamy and smooth, not as sulfury as store-bought eggs. But fresh eggs can be hard to peel when they are boiled–the white sticks to the shell. We will try steaming them next time.

first two eggs

Two fresh eggs!

January 31

Despite erratic temperatures,

chickens and flowers assure us

that Spring is on its way!

Margaret and Daffodil

Margaret and Daffodil


For the mindfulness challenge at Writing Our Way Home. Thanks for the contemplation–and thanks for the fun!

The Lusty Month of May

After several days of mugginess, the weather was gorgeous today. Sunny, blue sky, mid-70s with low humidity and a gentle breeze. The kind of weather that makes you want to strip your clothes off so you can feel nature on your skin. The perfect May day.

There’s something about spring that gets the senses going, something that encourages the wildness of youth, something that causes us to yearn for mischief. Why did we evolve to be frisky in spring?

I’m too young (young, I say!) to have seen the original Camelot on Broadway, but I’ve always loved the Lerner and Loewe musical. When I was younger (even younger, I say!) I ordered a cassette tape (yes, cassette tape—I was much, much younger!) of the Broadway version, and it arrived with someone other than Julie Andrews in the role of Guenevere. I promptly demanded the shop return it and get me the right one.

Today I’ve been listening to “The Lusty Month of May.”

(Incidentally, the dress Andrews wears at about 0:10 looks remarkably similar to my wedding dress—but my husband did not look anything like Robert Goulet, I swear. He swears.)

Julie Andrews has such a sweet, light distinct voice. Poor Vanessa Redgrave, who was cast as Guenevere in the movie version, could not possibly live up to Andrews’ range and skill. Some viewers find Redgrave to be “sexier” than Andrews, and perhaps she was. But Andrews’ perky, cheery demeanor and pixie haircut lend her an innocence that contrasts with the naughty humor of the song’s lyrics.

Tra la! It’s May!
The lusty month of May!
That lovely month when ev’ryone goes
Blissfully astray.
Tra la! It’s here!
That shocking time of year
When tons of wicked little thoughts
Merrily appear!
It’s May! It’s May!
That gorgeous holiday
When ev’ry maiden prays that her lad
Will be a cad!
It’s mad! It’s gay!
A libelous display!
Those dreary vows that ev’ryone takes,
Ev’ryone breaks.
Ev’ryone makes divine mistakes
The lusty month of May!

Now, let’s get back to the weather. Really I have to say that low humidity is key to the perfect naked May frolic with a beau. My question is, why does that point never get made in song lyrics? How about…

A lovely day with low humidity
helped me lose all my timidity.

No?? 🙂