The FIRST Cauliflower in the Universe!!

–ok FINE!
It’s just in my garden. (rolls eyes and clucks tongue at your lack of enthusiasm)
I had nervously faithfully been peeking down into the center of my cauliflower plantings. I had been searching growing the plant, because I never have done so, and I…well all I could do was to peer at it, entreat it to produce at the appropriate time, As God Saw Fit…

–ok FINE! (waves you away while doing a similar version of the above actions)

Maybe more as I saw fit. It has been like making my mother-labeled figure do one of her nicer things and whack and whack and whack whack whack, that mangled can of Pillsbury crescent rolls onto the counter so that I could see the Pillsbury Dough Boy pop out and do the giggle, JUST FOR ME!!!!

It was only overnight, it might have been a day or two–or I could be blind as a bat, and the next morning, when I went to feed the cat, I saw

THE FIRST CAULIFLOWER IN THE UNIVERSE The First Cauliflower in My Garden. The author, she made me cross that out, I might hate her at the moment–such a stodgy women of the literal and the blunt and the honest (hell doesn’t she understand creativity AT ALL?!?) Oh dammit, now I have talked too much and I have missed the appropriate awed faces of appreciation at MY FEET, uhm no FEAT…

The First Cauliflower in the Universe--ok just my garden

VOILA! ET TAAA DAAAAAAA!!! (exaggerated bowing and the flipping back of magic satin cape lined in purple, of course)

Here also is the most lovely shades of green ever created by Me…

Most Lovely Green copyright

WAIT!!!

Beforeeeeeeeeeeeeee she has a rant, God did that too!! None of the peppers looked the same, in shade, if one was studious, and I was. Creating is so amazing!!! It seems so much more obvious in the garden than in many other places.

Now, I’ve got to go…I planted beet seeds and mixed salad greens seeds…I also have to learn how to thin the collards they are so perfect with their little fractal shapes all lined up on a row at the same time!!

One Shoot Sunday and A Child–Purple Profundity: Poetry by Elisabeth Connelley

Good Morning! It’s One Shoot Sunday again! The following is quoted to attribute the photographer and the site that supports and encourages The Poetry Challenge of One Shoot Sunday.

‘Tis good to have choices… Fellow artist and One Shoot Sunday alumnus, James Rainsford understands that and has even suggested an excellent picture prompt challenge. So take your pick. Go on, James offers us five photos.

~Dustus

For more examples of James’ art see:
The Sanctum of Sanity
Poems from James’ new collection

A Child
I sit amongst the trees
the breeze
to take
my soul, I rest in unkempt grasses
cushioned among hills of moss
which grows, where
the sun cannot penetrate
the great ceiling of leaves.
The clover stretches endlessly
to one
lying minute
miniscule
yet a part of such a place.
The leaves quiver,
as boughs are waved
hoping to
catch a
glimpse of tiny angel’s eyes,
they peek shyly ’round the limbs
of one so aged and strong
gnarled trunks
holding
secrets known, before
such rancor
did we
the human race display
upon the dirty streets
and smells
rough chemicals
and poisons we disperse
shall please those of a soul
so fell
the mighty aged trunks
and leaning one by one…
Yet wait,
a tiny twinkle far away,
There,
a child, no more than three
flies dancing with the trees
Just in that moment
when,
the sun’s sharp rays come piercing down
through shadows in the wood
Childish laughter
Pelting,
out man’s noise
His arms outspread
and turning ’round
trees spin above his head
A child will free us all
one day
They shall dispel man’s dread.

–by Elisabeth Connelley