
Summer sun burns blue
Grasshoppers take siesta
Too hot to chirrup
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Dog swishes meadow
Grasshoppers activated
Their springs uncoil
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Sarah is a British eccentric who writes offbeat fiction, haiku and tanka poetry. When stuck for words, she sketches or paints instead. She's into nature conservation, sustainability, gardening, dogs, natural health, and reading. Her sociability is something that happens in short bursts with long breathing spaces in between.
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Dear Sarah,
Summer well portrayed. Lovely.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle,
There’s a slight relapse here in the weather today, so I thought I’d write this to remind myself what it was like last week!
By the way, I haven’t disappeared forever. Just doing the occasional jobs and drifting in between. I often get like that in the summer; more grasshopper than ant as in Aesop’s Fable. (http://read.gov/aesop/052.html.)
All best wishes,
Sarah
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Dear Sarah,
I have missed you. But I understand how other things can take precedence over blogging and internet. I hope we can Skype some day soon.
We’ve had a slight reprieve in that rain has caused the temps to drop from 100 to 90F. Yippee. It’s still hot. Therefore I’m off to swim a bit before pondering my next Friday Fictioneers story.
Stay cool and comfortable, my friend.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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It’s around the mid-60s F here today, but rather humid. Not the most energising of weather, but not too bad either. And yes, we will Skype soon. Enjoy your swim. You have a headstart on FF each week 😉 I’ll try to write something, although do have a visitor at the end of the week. Either tomorrow or Wednesday, I’m going to post a review of a very wry and interesting political non-fiction book by a journalist from a national newspaper. The book was most entertaining, to say the least!
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We used to chase grasshoppers when I was a youngster. Now I never see them around the area, which I’m sure is not a good thing, but at least I have the memories, thanks to your fun haiku. Thank you, my friend.
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When my children were young, we used to go into the meadows and have grasshopper-catching contests. Of course, we always let them go and were very careful not to hurt them. Sometimes my daughter would goad my son, by pretending she’d caught more grasshoppers than he had, and occasionally make him cry (older sisters!) but mostly it was great fun. Our meadows are still full of grasshoppers. Grasshoppers seem to like it where there’s a large variety of grasses and wildflowers and the soil is quite dry. It’s the butterflies that have decreased in numbers to a noticeable and worrying extent. I’m glad to say that the lavender in my front garden is abuzz with bees today, both bumblebees and honeybees. Wishing you a wonderful week, dear Bill 🙂
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Lovely Sarah, I love the images of them falling silent until they’re uncoiled by the disturbance of the dog!
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Thank you, Andrea 🙂 The other day, there were scores of them leaping higher than my knees as the dog ran through the grass!
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Just the thing for this long hot afternoon xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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I wish it was a long hot afternoon today, two days on, but no such luck. Now the grasshoppers seem a distant memory xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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Yeah…well we had a long hot summer afternoon, then we got the ark out. Dear, dear. Sat we got soaked at the fundraiser for the local lifeboat and had to come home eventually. One thing to be out on hills in that weather cos you are moving, another to stand in it for a few hours. Mind you, didnae need many refills on our drinks given the way the ‘watter’ was falling down into them.
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Lucky you didn’t need rescuing in a lifeboat, by the sounds of it! The only thing I can possibly find to be glad about today, is that I can have an evening off watering my numerous pot plants. Just hoping they don’t end up bald from the wind ripping the petals off them.
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Small mercies eh? Always look on the bright side of life…. xx
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love the meadow and poem!!
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Thank you. I love that meadow, too 😉
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