There's not a tremendous amount out in the garden just now, but in spite of the recent frost my bright red pelargonium is still flowering on the protected part of the patio near the house.
Then I remembered I had seen a squirrel tearing to pieces the head of this year's sunflower, which I had thrown exactly where I found the skeleton. And that's what it had to be - the remains of the sunflower, once the seeds had been squirrel-scattered (or buried).
It's hard to imagine that such a stately plant, grown from seed and developed in one short season into a sturdy giant could be reduced to something so dainty and lace-like. I hope the squirrel managed to make the most of its seeds. I've kept the skeleton on the mantelpiece as a thing of interest and delicacy, together with a tiny bird skeleton.
I was reminded of a haiku by Matso Bashko, which could have been written specially:
A weathered skeleton
in windy fields of memory
piercing with a knife
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I'd never have guessed it was a sunflower skeleton - what an extra bonus !
ReplyDeleteI still have a few roses in brave bloom and green, yellow and red chilli peppers providing a bit of colour but otherwise everything is looking a bit forlorn. Looking forward to Camelia time !
Always a pleasure to share your observations and insights; I want to say 'inscape' for the ways you travel in your space,and share it kindly with many creatures. I specially enjoy the insects and your drawings. Now, so aptly, Basho too. I dedicate another to your insects. If only we could hear them: Insect song–-over
ReplyDeletewinter's garden
moon's hair-thin.