It’s What Sunflowers Do

“Keep your face to the sunshine, and you cannot see the shadows. It’s what sunflowers do.” – Helen Keller

I admire sunflowers, for…
They spend their whole lives
Growing roots in the sod
Trying to mimic their God
With their faces to the sunrise.
Producing sun-bloom galore!

They need the Son’s rays
And Living Waters
In order to stay alive.
In order to thrive.
Yes, their Creator
They do always praise!

Focused as they grew,
Gazing not at the shadows
Or the foreboding darkness;
Only seeing their Rest
That they are to follow.
I try to do as they do!

On a different note – I bought this black-eyed Susan plant by mistake last year thinking it was a sunflower. Hey, they were both yellow. πŸ˜‚ I was glad to see it was a perennial, and I planted it in the middle of the garden, hoping it would attract bees or any other pollinators. It scared me a bit when it went dormant – but it came back this year with a vengeance, and it has exploded with flowers!

(And as you can see, a bag of fertilizer and a bag of potting soil along with black-eyed Susans – I thought I had moved it out of the way before I took the photo but I guess I didn’t. πŸ˜‚) Anyway, buying this plant on sale for $1.00 was a lovely mistake. πŸ™‚

However, unlike the sunflower that points east (thanks for the sunflower facts, Peggy!), these flowers seem to point in all sorts of directions – especially up. πŸ˜„

An Ode To Antiques

Its’ week 28 of 100 Word Wednesday, and here is the photo and my response. πŸ™‚ If you’d like to join in, just click the link! πŸ˜‰

WOW. I love antiques, and those look old. And the pattern on them is exquisite! I love them! 😍 I especially like the chicken!

Antique teapot, tell me,
What all have you seen?
The turn of a century,
Or just your rising steam?

Old vase, please enlighten;
What have you witnessed?
Many kinds of flora stuffed in,
And near death by a cat’s kiss?

Ancient cup, what stories
Have you to share?
Lemonades, teas, coffees –
How many drank from there?

Archaic plate, what all
Have you observed?
Fish, chicken, salad,
On you being served?

If only you could tell!
Over the many years,
What have you seen? “Well…
To summarize: laughter and tears,

Contentment and hard times,
Sometimes we were sold,
And gifted, or victims of crime.
There are many things to be told –

But we have passed 100 words.”

The Water’s Edge

It’s week twenty-six of 100 Word Wednesday, and here is the photo and my response. πŸ™‚ If you’d like to join in, just click the link! πŸ˜‰

Fun thing about this one – it seems to pick up where week 25 left off! That hasn’t happened before. πŸ˜„

Bikurgurl 2017

I stroll to the water’s edge.
I watch the humans walking,
As I peer from behind a hedge.
All are jangling – what they call “talking,”

Going about the daily routines,
As if I were not even here.
I step out where I can be seen.
I recall the armlet – human, I appear.

It is so interesting above the water;
Hard surface below my feet,
And the sun seems so much hotter.
I wipe sweat from my brow – I’m beat!

I return to the pier, release the pin,
The magical bracelet falls free;
My feet are replaced by fin,
As I dive back into the sea!

Life Is Like Riding A Bicycle

It’s week 75 of Three Line Tales and here is the photo and my response. If you’d like to join in, just click the link! πŸ˜‰

photo by Meghan Yabsley on Unsplash

Albert Einstein once said, β€œLife is like a riding bicycle – in order to keep your balance, you must keep moving.”

In addition to his wisdom, life is like a bike in that you can only peddle forward – if you look back for too long, you’ll crash into the future.

Therefore I suggest, as we move forward, we cherish the past, but take in the scenery as we ride onward.