Full circle

 

Every year in our northern New Jersey (Hackettstown) backyard, a row of luscious pink peonies bloomed.  Steadfast & showy.  Meanwhile Ricky our dog (late memory) would want to go outside.  Well, now it's May1, and in our Walnut Creek home the peonies have bloomed and a neighbor's dog Zeek Stubbs appears after chasing turkeys.  Quiet and gentle, Zeek shows up at our patio gate every 5 weeks or so.  Peonies & pooch -- two vibrant beautifies reminding me of childhood.  

The circular is often difficult

 to comprehend.  Is there an inherent sense of vertigo to that which goes around in circles?  

A novel is being recorded

slowly.  Will be some time before the credits roll.  Please be patient.  

 

Past prime

has a particular, splendid elegance.  

 

Day and night

 and anything but opposites.  Bonded brothers:  Freddy & Fritz 

The make-believe worlds of flowers:

subtly magical.  Like the dream-time of lizards.  

When you don't quite know what

the object you are looking at is?  Step back.  Take a photo and ask yourself gentle, "what is?"