it rained all weekend

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It rained all weekend,
but today the peaked roofs
are as dusty and warm
as the backs of old donkeys
tied in the sun.
So much alike are our houses,
our lives. Under every eave—
leaf, cobweb, and feather;
and for each front yard
one sentimental maple,
who after a shower has passed,
weeps into her shadow
for hours.

~ ‘A Monday in May’ by Ted Kooser, Flying at Night.

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the opening of tea rose

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Even the unexpected fits the plan
All works of days a network meshed so fine
that even accidents assume their fitted place
the unknown, gambits predesigned.
the uninvited, already registered
What I have done today
was launched at birth
not mine alone but everyone’s
back to the single strand.
One more, one less, unthinkable
fulcrum for toppling the universe.
Nothing means that wasn’t meant
Nothing meant that doesn’t mean.
My touch upon your hand this morning
confirmed ten billions souls in balance
explained five million years of standing up
justified a million galaxies
and the opening this afternoon
of that tiny tea rose near the window.

~ ‘Cosmos’ by unknown

Weekly photo challenge Earth

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five things that have made her week

1. this thrifted sterling brooch
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{sporting an umbrella brooch on rainy days; she is dressing for the occasion ;)}

2. these sprouts
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{of fuchsia, that survived the frost season}

3. these vintage cameras
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{$5.00 each from the church thrift store. It’s just one of those things that are pretty to look at but doesn’t have much use.}

4. this sandwich
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{she has been noshing a chicken salad w/havarti on rye bread when she got home from work, three days in a row}

5. these blooms
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{the first spring harvest from her own rose garden}

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five things that have made her week

1. this sterling turquoise earrings
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{a pick-me-up eBay purchase, $10}

2. this new chef’s pan
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{a 3qt Calphalon, a Marshall’s clearance score}

3. this thrifted pumps
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{a classic Ferragamo Vara pumps, $3.00 at the church thrift store}

4. these vintage baking utensils
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{a retro flour canister, an old enamel bowl, some worn aluminum measuring cups and spoons: she has been whipping some old-fashioned chocolate chip cookies and blondies}

5. this bouquet
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{April has always been the cruelest month for her because of allergies, walking around the house with a tissue box. He brought home a bouquet to cheer her up. Two weeks in a row … and counting ;)}

an embellishment of life

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“What a lovely thing a rose is!”

He walked past the couch to the open window and held up the drooping stalk of a moss-rose, looking down at the dainty blend of crimson and green. It was a new phase of his character to me, for I had never before seen him show any keen interest in natural objects.

“There is nothing in which deduction is so necessary as religion,” said he, leaning with his back against the shutters. “It can be built up as an exact science by the reasoner. Our highest assurance of the goodness of Providence seems to me to rest in the flowers. All other things, our powers, our desires, our food, are all really necessary for our existence in the first instance. But this rose is an extra. Its smell and its color are an embellishment of life, not a condition of it. It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers.”

~ Arthur Conan Doyle, The Naval Treaty