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I noticed this rather bedraggled bee struggling to reach the centre of the flower. She must have had a bit of a wild night and stayed out too late. To assist her recovery I nipped inside for a jar of honey and placed a dab on the flower. The bee must have been somewhat startled at this unexpected feast and began feeding. Soon she had finished and was buzzing about happily. Who's a big soft sod then?
Cranesbill Geranium (Geranium sanguineum), comes in colors ranging from pinks, blues and vivid purples to subdued whites. Species in the Geranium genus have a distinctive mechanism for seed dispersal. This consists of a beak-like column which springs open when ripe and casts the seeds some distance. The common name ‘cranesbill’ comes from the shape of the unsprung column, which in some species is long and looks like the bill of a crane.
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The Geranium
When I put her out, once, by the garbage pail,
She looked so limp and bedraggled,
So foolish and trusting, like a sick poodle,
Or a wizened aster in late September,
I brought her back in again
For a new routine--
Vitamins, water, and whatever
Sustenance seemed sensible
At the time: she'd lived
So long on gin, bobbie pins, half-smoked cigars, dead beer,
Her shriveled petals falling
On the faded carpet, the stale
Steak grease stuck to her fuzzy leaves.
(Dried-out, she creaked like a tulip.)
The things she endured!--
The dumb dames shrieking half the night
Or the two of us, alone, both seedy,
Me breathing booze at her,
She leaning out of her pot toward the window.
Near the end, she seemed almost to hear me--
And that was scary--
So when that snuffling cretin of a maid
Threw her, pot and all, into the trash-can,
I said nothing.
But I sacked the presumptuous hag the next week,
I was that lonely.
~ by Theodore Roetheke
Ever think about how someone/something really impacts you? This poem matched the unexpected bloom of the pot 'thrown out' in the yard. It also resonated after reading this heart-felt excerpt of Rescue Me by Wendall Brock. Staying focused on connections - be it with people, animals or nature.
Naples. FL