Ode to my Left Hand

My life has got quite tricky.
I’ve just one arm to use.
The other is quite useless.
Asked, ‘Can you . . .   ?’ I refuse!

I’m typing with one finger.
Four others are on strike.
They’ve come out in sympathy,
With the five I’ve on my right.

There are so many things, I find,
It’s difficult to do.
I can’t zip, peel spuds or style my hair.
No biggy there, it’s true.

My dresser/sous chef has stepped in
And I can wear a hat,
Cause he won’t learn hairdressing,
And I can tell you that . . .

It’s hard to clap one-handed,
Or tie a knot or bow,
Or spread on some hand lotion
Or skip rope, don’t you know.

I cannot put my watch on
My left arm any more.
I cannot put it on my right,
Because it is too sore.

To brush my teeth is difficult.
Two hands are a must,
To squeeze the tube and paste the brush,
Is really quite a fuss.

I’ve been practicing you see.
My right hand is redundant.
My left hand has come up trumps,
Though it was not incumbent.

My left hand is first team now,
My right is second squad
It sits around and whines a lot,
And refuses to applaud.

I shall be ambidextrous
When all of this is through
My left hand is quite nimble now
My right hand says ‘thank you!’

I’m feeling slightly better now,
Than when I wrote this ditty.
I am no longer shouting ‘OW!’
Like when I was feeling . . . . . . . . lousy!

There’s an upside to being frail.
I’m waited on hand and feet.
It’s like living in a fairytale.
This Princess says, ‘That’s sweet!’

Purple Haze

Purple Haze all in my brain,

Seville, La Noria
lately things don’t seem the same,

Seville, La Noria
actin’ funny but I don’t know why

prado de san sebastian
‘scuse me while I kiss the sky.

Seville, La Noria
~Jimi Hendrix

seville cathedral

On the Way in a roundabout way from the train station to Seville Cathedral in 2006 we happened (as we do in our unplanned way) on La Noria (Ferris Wheel) in Prado de San Sebastian, the whole of which was enveloped in a purple haze of Jacaranda blossom.

A Walk in the Woods . . .

. . . without Bill Bryson.

Bluebells Captain's Wood

As part of Sudbourne Manor given to Bishop Æthelwold by Kind Edgar C959-963 who then granted the land to a Benedictine Monastery, this ancient woodland has been owned by bishops, noblemen and moneyed landowners through the centuries until more recently it was acquired by Suffolk Wildlife Trust. It showcases, if I can use use that word in the same paragraph with ‘wildlife trust,’ a breathtaking display of bluebells in the spring.

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Would you care to join me Restless Jo for a stroll in the bluebell wood?

A bench with a view,
Of a sea of blue,
There’s water here too,
But no beach for you,
Jude.

Bluebells, Captain's Wood, Suffolk UK

Right Arm Blues

It’s often said
Without a shred
Of sincerity
Or care,

We don’t appreciate
Til it’s too late
Our youth or job
Or hair.

So in my case
I must make haste
To write and post
And “chat.”

For soon in May
I have to say
It will happen
That . . .

I’m going to lose
The right to use
My right arm
Altogether.

To write a post
I could boast
Would be an
Endeavor.

I will read lots
And “like” your plots
While I am in
Plaster.

What’s that you ask?
A plaster cast!
Plaster! To help heal
Faster.

My right wrist
Has come adrift
And needs a
Little op.

‘Cause if I don’t
My right wrist won’t
Last long. It will
Just pop!

I’ve writ my last
Before my cast.
I’ll read and rest
In fetters.

And then when I’m
Fit and sublime
I’ll tell you
“I’m all better!”

Plaster cast on forearm/wrist/hand. Picture ta...
Oh nooo! I said my right arm! (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Going Under . . . .

. . . . . Enveloped in plastic . . .

Maid of the Mist, Niagara Falls

. . . we took our life in our hands . .

Maid of the Mist, Niagara Falls

. . . to board Maid of the Mist . . .

Niagara Falls

. . . and headed into Niagara Falls . . .

Niagara Falls

. . . and disappeared, enveloped in mist.

Niagara Falls

This week’s photo challenge is to illustrate the word enveloped.  Click here to see other entries to the challenge.

To see Niagara Falls enveloped in snow and ice visit Joanne Sisco’s great post A Winter Day At The Falls.

Haboob!

. . . . not Hoodoo or Whoohoo!

While living on the outskirts of Phoenix I witnessed several extreme dust storms, also known by the Arabic name of haboob! I can’t even say it without an exclamation point in my voice.

They would sweep through the valley between our balcony and the distant mountains giving us a perfect view of these Forces of Nature. Only once did I get a mouthful of grit and have to make a hasty retreat to the apartment.

Dust storm, Fountain Hills AZ

The view would completely disappear behind the spooky murk.

haboob, Fountain Hills, AZ U.S.A.

Moments later as the wind blew through the dust would disappear and the view of distant mountains and our ‘world famous’ fountain rising up to over 500 feet would reappear.

Moonrise, Four Peaks, Fountain Hills AZ

And later, a perfect moonrise over Four Peaks was revealed – two more forces of nature:

Moonrise, Four Peaks, Fountain Hills, AZ

Moonrise

This is no longer our ‘corner of the world’ but nature is more genteel in this corner of the world and I wanted to share the noxious dust storm pictures with you.

Tiptoeing through the Tulips

After one-and-a-half years living in and several visits to Washington State we never made it to Skagit Valley to see the tulips. It was one of probably hundreds of wonderful sights that we missed while in the States for nine years. To placate myself I convinced himself to visit ‘Tulipmania’ with me. He was less than enthusiastic. I wasn’t expecting much. Don’t you love it when things turn out so much better than you expected? If you like tulips, click to enlarge these pics. If you don’t, there are more exciting things below!

I’ve christened these tulips Gale Force Yellow: tulipmania 066 If you’re not tulip-ed out (I’m American. We make up words) visit my cousin’s WordPress site and her stunning photos of the Skagit Valley tulips here. And for Jude’s Bench Challenge sit here: tulipmania 175 This bench with a view is only a week late. She said the rules were flexible. If you’re a glutton for punishment, listen to this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zcSlcNfThUA Go on! It will give you a laugh!

It’s What? Nooo.

Another entry for this week’s photo challenge of Intricate  , but what is it?

Tulipmania, Springfield Festival Gardens, Spalding, Lincolnshire

Is it an avant garde artist’s latest creation?

Nooooo.

Is it ice crystals on strawberry ice cream?

Noooo.

Did it fall off Lady Gaga’s latest outfit?

No!

So what is it then?

Scroll down and see:

Tulipmania, Springfield Festival Gardens, Spalding, Lincolnshire

Did you guess it was a tulip? You didn’t cheat and look at the tags did you?

Hoodoo! not Whoohoo!

The hoodoos of Bryce Canyon have to be seen to be believed – difficult to describe!

Bryce Canyon National Park, Utah  Hoodoos differ from pinnacles or spires with their Intricate shapes formed by erosion of layers of rock of different types.

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Hoodoos are also called tent rocks, fairy chimneys and earth chimneys. Which is your favourite name?

Bryce Canyon National Park, Utah

These photos are all the same vista taken with wide angle to zoom at Bryce Canyon National Park, Utah, U.S.A.