Thursday, April 29, 2010

I'm So Allergic

I have weeds growing in the backyard that are crazy. I have battled them for 2 years and they get worse and worse. I am not sure where they came from, but they are easy enough to get rid of. Their roots are shallow and come right up. But the darn weeds are kind of sticky and then I realized that picking them I get a rash, almost like poison oak. And every time i pull them and get the rash it gets a little worse! It's just awful and I know with the alternating sunny rainy days we have had its not helping. I guess I am going to have to call in the round up. We have not had many warm days yet but the situation is getting critical here.

Update: I added a couple more pics of the offenders, there are the foxtails, which I call Dogs Bane, and then the pic in front of the stack of scaffold frames is the little devil I am allergic to. At least these things choke off all other weeds so when they are plucked out by the roots the ground is relatively weed free! :)

Monday, April 26, 2010

When I read between the Lines

I see what I want to see,
I see what I am afraid to see,

I see my dream far away
or is everything else becoming nearer
The only thing I am not sure I ever get to see is... Reality

I read into my situations all my hopes and dreams. The heart is just a wild animal and logic and reason cannot deter it from what it has felt and seeks above all things to feel again. Bound by memory of the past, the shadow world of false hope entices me to pause and exhaust all ways around to find the happy ending. Trading what is real and less than perfect for the hope that never quite materializes is like a phantom that beguiles and tantalizes every waking thought and even sneaks into dreams. Yet letting go of that hope is like letting go of all chance to ever feel again the truest passion I will ever know.
So I won't, because I can't.

Monday, April 05, 2010

Love is a Lost and Found and Lost and...

Well I found you when you found me, too
We worked our way through the day to days,
More than a heart was saved back then
More than a lover, so much more than a friend
I found what was missing, and its true
When everything seemed beautiful and new
Im hanging on to hope now because
there's not much else to hold onto