Silver Linings…

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Mother told me often
Every cloud has a silver lining
Given time, all things turn out well
After being knocked out in the sixth round
Looking up, I could see stars, no silver lining
On that occasion, mother said my brains were addled
Count your blessings, she said with a kiss
Every occasion comes easy to mother
Ringing in my ears has me wondering
On Sunday, I found her outside
Sitting on our porch in floods of tears
Getting the truth from her lips
Is like breaking into Fort Knox
Gettysburg says everyone has the right to the fifth amendment
Asking mother again, thinking she had taken it in silence
Never one to wash her linen out doors
Today was no different, apart from the tiny squeeze on my hand
Enough for me to know she had an answer in mind
Undermined by Sonny, my brother, mother
Sat crying, tears I could not stop, please send a silver lining…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Nebari Bonsai…

JBP Summer Candle-cutting time

Brian VFJapanese Black Pines July 24, 2021 1 Minute

Throughout this tree’s 12 years of training, I have photographed and documented every step in detail, to study the cause-effect response of each technique applied, as well as the timing of that response. One thing I have learned is that candle-cutting in summer should be done about 100 days before your area’s average first frost. This gives new growth time to grow and harden off before winter, but not so much time that needles get too long.

Summer candle-cutting is the removal of this year’s growth, right down to the base. It leaves last year’s growth in place, so basically it makes the tree look like it did in March before it started growing.

New growth extends past the wires

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Intentions…

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“Plans are only good intentions unless they immediately degenerate into hard work.”

Peter Drucker

Intentions are weird things, aren’t they?

But between making up your mind and getting around to doing anything, a whole world can and usually does, interfere. Leaving us wondering why we bother in the first place.

So many jobs (or at least the intention) have fallen by the wayside lately. Most can wait and the sky won’t fall on your head, but there is usually at least one that if not done, will have dire consequences.

Cutting the grass in our jungle of a garden is one of these. If I allow the grass to grow unchecked, it could be waist high before I know it and my ancient mower won’t be able to cope.

With this knowledge foremost in my mind, I intended to cut it last night once the sun had set, and coolness had returned. Not only didn’t the sun set, the heat showed no sign of abating either. I was already suffering from the heat and the thought of all that hard work nearly sent me into a proper meltdown.

That’s when Anita (the voice of reason) had a brilliant idea.

‘Why don’t you cut it in the morning before the heat builds up?’

So, that’s what I did.

By nine thirty this morning, I had finished, cool as a cucumber and considerably smug. Even the sight of all the new bramble growth couldn’t dampen my spirits.

Now, where is that list of intentions?

#MLMM ~ Wordle #250 ~ #Poetry

I could hear the urgency in her voice
The scream for help
I try to make my way towards the sound
The road became steep
I could see headlights in the distance
Like fairy lights, merging together
The bushes closed in, the way ahead
Became impenetrable
As if walking through a liquid nightmare
It is human nature to try and help
The maniac scream was beginning to sound
As though someone was having
more fun than they should
What had started out as urgency
Had become pleasurable
Oh, how fickle the human mind…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Jaye’s Days…

poster for daily journal by Jatye Marie

It is 7.30 in the morning. The air is still, and cool compared to yesterday, and the only sound I can hear is the repeated and annoying call of a wood pigeon. I counted twelve that time. It is 20 degrees already and we have been promised another hot day. Parts of the UK have seen 32 degrees in the past few days, something I have not enjoyed at all.

My swollen feet and ankles look like hobbit feet, and the arthritis is running riot. I live in a cotton nightdress and cannot bear to get dressed. Cool showers only work for a few minutes and drinking water makes me feel like a ripe peach, about to burst.

Torrential rain and thunderstorms were forecast for parts of the country, and you guessed it, nowhere near where we live.

Anita cannot stand the heat either, and is really suffering. Every day the angina attacks get worse, yet we have not heard from the hospital about the plans for a new treatment. Lockdown might be over, but it seems to make matters worse, not better.

On the work front, I am trying to keep busy in between moments of desperation and complete despair. What’s the point has taken up residence at the back of my mind, and ignoring it is becoming a full-time occupation.

To give my brain something else to bite on, I am trying to switch our subscriber list from Mailchimp to Mailerlite, as I have heard good things about them. For some reason, they just don’t like my email address so not getting very far with logging in. Stubborn is as stubborn does, so they say, so today I will try again. If your hear a loud explosion coming from the south of England, you will know I failed spectacularly!

I am also reading David Gaughran’s free course ‘Starting from Zero, to try and improve our marketing. You never know, we might even get around to doing some, once the dust settles…

This Book Funnel promotion ends at the end of the month, so thought I would mention it again. My book CrossFire is taking part and so far has been picked up well, so thank you to everyone who now has a FREE copy!

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The Train Station ~ #Poetry

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Standing on the rainy train station
A row of pigeons sit silently watching her
Worn out suitcase by her feet
I could hear the distant rumble of the train
Soon she would be gone
Her gold fingernails flashed
As though caught in sunlight.
I raise my glass of wine
Part of me knows
I cannot sign the contract that would keep me here.
She is my force majeure.
She takes the train to Eastbourne.
I leave my friend holding out his pen
I cannot do it, Don. I have to rush
I must follow her.
I spend the journey wondering how I would approach her
Do we ever know if the decisions we make
Are in our own best interests?
The unsigned contract might come back to bite me
One thing I do know, she is the girl I will marry
The rest I leave to the universe…

© Anita Dawes 2021

The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 510 ~ #Poetry

I watch the train recede
The distance swallowing it like an old film
Fading into the next scene
A dream being played out
Yours, or the film makers, you cannot tell
Frame by frame the space before your eyes
Fills with images you would rather not see
The old shed holds the secret
Again, you must win
The small gold chain you wear
Has become a lead weight
You let your mind lead the way
As you lean against the warm wood of the old shed
you refrain from pulling the gold chain from your neck,
as you touch it, you feel protected
Let the game begin…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Time… #Poetry

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Time

I remember when I had wings
Before Earth became my home
When days were young
I had not yet leaned that time is my enemy
A parasite, my own personal stalker
Stealing moments of my life
Memories slipping away
Turning my steps slower
Empty space in mind
Filled with strange thoughts
That do not belong to me.
I feel I have twinned with another mind
Maybe one day, they might tell me who they are
I have learned many things in my latter years
That I never thought to put to mind
Mind, like an empty room
Has space for so much more
Why did I not know this when I was young
When time was still on my side?
I feel like a greedy child
There is never enough of the things you like
The heart and mind, wanting more
Wandering from place to place
Still looking for that special something
That eureka moment
that tells you nothing really matters
All thoughts turn to dust
Only the moment holds the charm of life…

© Anita Dawes 2021