Stumped

Searching for my muse
I wander the neighbourhood
Looking for inspiration
Some days I'm stumped

I have extolled the welcome spring
Waxed poetic over new arrivals
Birds and flowers
Marvelled at music

I play around with words
Is lack of muse amusing?
No wit, no gems
That percolate

A day without Erato
To stimulate my pondering
Perchance she'll visit later
To illuminate my wandering

Stump

Stump, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

This stump and its surrounding mushrooms looks like it should be in the middle of the woods, but it was just beside the sidewalk. A heavy rain brought out this crop. Nature has a way of regenerating which always gives me hope that we can't totally destroy it.

I am Stumped

I am Stumped, a photo by susanvg on Flickr.

Photo: July 29/12


A neighbour asked if he could trim a tree that was on my property and had branches over his. This is what he did! His reaction when I was upset was as astounding as what he did. So now I have to get someone to remove the stumps (yes - he cut another smaller tree, too) and have to get something planted to hide the mess.

They will be paying!