(For Cee’s Fun Foto challenge: all about buildings.)
No chance of camouflage when orange is your accessory colour, but oh, I love it.
(For Bird Weekly challenge: yellow or orange legged birds)
The prime of summer never lasts, especially with the heat of August. We are in the midst of moving and I feel like the lily, losing its pizzaz. I am also resonating with the lost glory of the bloom below:
Bald Eagle having a dip
(For Bird Weekly challenge: birds of prey. Featured image is a Red-Tailed hawk escaping my lens.)
contrast of red on yellow –
I forget the rain.
(For Cee’s Flower of the Day)
Augustine was the name chosen
should this new arrival be a girl
but as her mother laboured
she knew, with certainty
there would be no “ine”
She is August, born in May
esteemed and venerable
a name fit for a leader –
I can attest to her ability
to run the show –
definitely rules my heart.
(For Eugi’s Causerie Weekly Prompt: August.)
She was quite eccentric, and visibly older than most of the students attending our program. I’d had five years between first and second year, so I guess she was drawn to my maturity. We both wanted to be teachers.
After graduation, she went on to her Bachelor of Education, and I gave birth to my third child. The next time we encountered each other, I was the parent and she was the teacher. Eccentric as ever. The kids loved her.
Except for the one that didn’t. That one complained that she touched the kids too much – her hugs and hair stroking unwelcome. Her license was at stake.
“If I can’t touch my kids, then I can’t teach,” she told me in confidence.
I never knew what became of the investigation, but years later when I would follow in her footsteps and have my own classes, I thought of her. It’s in my nature to touch, too.
The focus this week has been on the subject of touch. Thank you to all the participants for touching me with your creativity. Virtual hugs all around.
(The featured image is my last photo of July, unedited. I am sneaking it in here for Bushbay’s challenge of the same name.)
See you tomorrow for a new challenge!
(Featured image: Chickadee. For Bird Weekly challenge: at the feeder.)
Flowers greet the rain
face up appreciation –
(For Cee’s Flower of the Day.)
Where does the river go
when snow, blinding
claims the flow?
Houses nestled in wooded groves
shudder at the exposure of leafless days
brace against the chills of early eves.
How quickly we rejoice
at first thaw, eager to embrace
change – emotion often premature.
(For Lens-artists Photo Challenge: Winter)