We’ve left behind the calamity of the past five weeks and find ourselves looking at spring from a mid-summer point of view. Tomatoes
are bearing plenty of fruit and the potatoes are drying back. It seems, we planted them just a few days ago. The zucchini looks like it is going to bring us too much bounty and the peppers seem to be bearing far heavier than normal.
These blessings we look forward to in spite of the (now) severe drought we are facing.
Perhaps the most gratifying thing about this drought is the pleasant and pleasing brown color of the lawn. For me that is the perfect
color for a lawn. I find it difficult to understand why people devote so much time and expense for something you can’t eat. Above all, why spend so much of a life attending to it? Plow that stuff under and grow some food on it! We humans sure to have a strange
sense of self sufficiency.
What a perfect example of wasting time and resources on somebody else’s idealism.
Life got in the way of me following up my first posting about the Midwest Roundup. I left it at the night before. Now I need to stir
up the memories to see if I can get some of it right.
Our Cat Hill is a student of Haiku so, I wrote some in the American style and sent it off to her. (Cat, BHawk and MiBeingMi, hosted
the Midwest Roundup at Cat’s home in Missouri.) Each of the verses I wrote, picture a particular memory carried from that roundup.
Haiku is intended to present a thought to the reader and the reader is to picture that thought as he/she pleases. Each verse is to
have two thoughts. I left behind that rule and, instead, had each verse represent one, two or three thoughts. (Laziness is one of my more manifested traits.) The thoughts I attempted to project were from my memories of the roundup. Haiku is a simple study
and, to many westerners, somewhat intimidating because we expect more complexity in our verses. Haiku does have structure, though. The American style has verses of three lines, the first line has five syllables, the second line has seven syllables and the
third line has five syllables. The Japanese have several styles that vary from far more complicated structure to no structure, at all. All styles have the same intent, to provide a thought for the reader to imagine and, perhaps, to meditate upon. Sound too
eastern? It is fun to write and can actually be a puzzle for which only you can find the solution. Try it.
Originally, I was going to include photos with the Haiku, but opted out. I thought I would present you with the Haiku as it is intended,
and find out how you like it. If you are a speed reader, you’ll hate it. If yoga or meditating are your pleasure, you’ll love it. Everybody else will have opinions that vary in places between love and hate. The key is to mentally picture each line as you read
it and then picture the complete verse. It's not unusual to spend several minutes within one verse. When you complete this exercise, perhaps you might believe you were with us in the gentle Missouri country side.
Expressions for Cat
From Mike Harvey on the occasion of
Cat’s Third Annual Midwest Roundup
June 9, 2012
Old friends meet new friends
All welcomed with hugs of joy
Thrill. Laughter. Good will
At the pond they chat
Hyacinth ingests the sun
Frog wary of all
Bright garden pathway
Breeze embraces flesh warmly
Silence masters moods
Walking white stone paths
Ladies marvel at beauty
Calm silence shattered
Single poppy sways
Caressed by covetous grass
A hare rests alert
A table of treasures
Guests astonished. Speechless bliss
Abundance of love
The tractor restored
Pride of past reclaimed once more
Tall cattails waving
Hungry fish leaping for food
Twilight breeze greets night