Wee Tulip

Nature will always triumph over mans lust for money and power.  We are a strange species, indeed.  The very premise that we would destroy our own habitat without giving thought to future generations is insane!

I’m not on about global warming, just your average eefit that doesn’t see anything wrong with pouring motor oil into a stream.  And, the arses that know better but just don’t care.  Yeah, I’m a tree hugger but not a hippy.  Although, I was raised by ‘em.

Fresh, tall and colourful, they arise,
Dominating an ancient horizon,
Merely forgettable monuments
To the modern virtues of this land

Speculation is abundant,
Yet even more sprout,
All scramble; transfixed,
By their raw splendour.

Finally the wild brents have returned,
Perhaps weary and spent by foreign toils,
But, easily caught in the superb daze,
Of such a noble narcosis.

Politicians, lobbyist; the masses too,
Race to appease an insatiable craving;
Strive to conceive, produce and build ever more,
For pretentious opulence is their life’s pursuit.

However, the last days draw nigh,
When the harsh winter will engulf all,
And the unforgiving world, will,
Eventually destroy the wee tulip.

At least until the next season of exuberance,
When the ridiculous game will be reborn,
And eagerly embraced with revitalised mirth,
By the infinitely wiser sons of fortunate fools.
-Jefferson Davis-

Furled Pink Tulip (by JeffersonDavis)

Beezzy Break

Today has been a whirlwind of creativity. I got up and had breakfast with Uncle Elathan. Then, I went downtown to snap a few shots of the picturesque gardens, mind you; they stink from the leaking sewer pipes that run alongside the river. I met some friendly bees while bumbling through the flower beds. They were very photogenic. After all of that excitement, I came home and wrote a wee poem that I’ll share with my beloved readers later. And, I’ve been inspired to get me charcoal and graphite pencils out of hiding. I may be able to get a drawing done before work.
Southern Breakfast
I don’t go into work until 5:00PM! I only work three hours! That is asinine!!! Ah well, I only have 40 days of that job left, so no worries for me…

P.S.:  I will have a follow up post to Southern Exposure out by late this evening Saturday afternoon evening.  Also, the picture above is of a Southern Breakfast.  That’s two eggs over medium, crisp bacon, and buttered grits.  I don’t eat that greasy stuff often!  The one below is of a bee, of course.  :)
Clinging Bee

Dagda, please play the Harp (Daurdabla)

The seasons are all out of whack at the moment. It got up to a tepid 59°F (15°C) and is supposed to go down to 36°F (2°C) tonight. Tomorrow, the high is alleged to be 61°F (16°C). I reckon Dagda has been nipping in the Potcheen (moonshine) or something. I’ve been sick all week. Everybody I know is either sick, getting over being sick, or getting sick.

I did drag myself out of the house long enough yesterday to capture some excellent pictures. Heck, we have multifloras bloomin’, along with a myriad of other flowers. Welp, I’m going to nurse my wounds and try to post tomorrow. Cheers…
Pink Rose
Pink Prose
Misty Bloom
Falls Park Petals
Falls Park Flowerbed
Falls Park Bloom