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Thursday, May 21, 2015

the childless woman

Carpe Diem Special #148, Ransetsu's "the childless woman"


No matter the culture it seems the purpose of a woman is to bear children.  Heaven forbid that she is unable to find a man to marry so she can be impregnated only in wedlock.  So what happens when the woman is physically unable to conceive or carry to term a child?  She must adopt or endure the pity and, at times, the condemnation of those around her.  What happens if no man comes along to be a mate for her?  She becomes the most unenviable of all, an old maid.  Now for just a moment consider the childless man ...... Are men met with the same stigma?

Gosh, that is a rather grumpy way of looking at childless people.  More and more humans are choosing to not procreate.  And that is a choice made possible by various birth control methods.  In a world where natural resources like water and clean air can be in short supply there is a lot to be said for opting out of procreation.  As for those people that truly desire a child but are unable to conceive or adopt, the emptiness can be numbing.

sitting, alone
listening to the silence
of no future

©  Janice Adcock

Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 

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Wednesday, May 20, 2015

one patch of a rice field

Carpe Diem #736 one patch of a rice field


Family vacations are a mixed bag.  All the preparations and anticipations.  The excitement to finally pull onto the highway out of town.  There is the fun of discovering new places.  There is the fun of being with a favorite aunt on the trip.  Getting to eat out almost every day at places with a waitress.  There are souvenirs.  There are the miles and miles of miles and miles when travelling in the desert southwestern USA via auto.  A non air conditioned auto in July.  In the desert....  with 4 other people.  And the favorite aunt does keep teasing you, incessantly about that dirty kid at school.  Why do we need to look at a treeeeeee?!?


ancient giants
shading passing pilgrims
for millenniums

©  Janice Adcock


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Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 

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Tuesday, May 19, 2015

even woodpeckers

Carpe Diem #735 even woodpeckers


The grey, windblown hair is brushed from her eyes.  In time to see the snowy egret split the sky.  Leaving the clouds to become just wispy curly cues.  The sounds of the redwing black bird warn others this is his lily pond.  Mockingbirds and cardinals ignore as do the swallows. The whistling duck smugly swoops by the black bird.  Still the redwing sits on the highest branch.  Shouting to all and riding the windblown bush like a tilt a whirl at the county fair.

tornado winds!
even woodpeckers are gone
within the harsh path

only shelter found is in 
five square feet within the earth

©  Janice Adcock

Inspirational haiku:
less than
five foot square
grass shelter
not needed
unless there is rain

© Butcho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)

 even woodpeckers
do not damage this hut
a summer grove

© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)

Full post is here.

Remembering many tense days and nights in Missouri.  And, no, our home was never hit directly by any of the tornadoes, some as close as 1/4 mile from us.  There was just damage from the hail.  This spring is being challenging for my sister and her family in Oklahoma,  Tornadoes have been dancing around the kids and grandkids homes for the last week.  The price that is paid to have droughts broken....

Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 

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Monday, May 18, 2015

a summer mountain

Carpe Diem #734 a summer mountain

The inspirational post has so much information.  You are really encouraged to visit and read the entire post by clicking here.

The much needed rains have taken a day off here at our home.  The break in the rains allow the opportunity to do a couple of chores on the little patio.  The wooden clogs purchased sixteen summers ago are rehung for display.  Looking a little worse for wear these days but still great to bring back good memories.  Vines are trimmed back from the smoker, Buddha and angel.  With the lack of rain in previous years, the landscaping has a few bare areas.  With the help of the worms composting our kitchen waste there is good soil to add to the bare spots.  Some seeds, a little moisture and a summer garden may be born.  



clop clop echoes
from the passing wayfarer
a bow and nod

©  Janice Adcock





A portion of the inspiration post:

Of course it wasn't easy to walk on these tengu ("one barred" wooden clogs) certainly not in the mountains, but En no Goja used them always. So it's not a strange idea that Basho prays to the wooden clogs, the tengu (one barred), because he needed the strength for his journey.

natsu yama ni ashida o ogamu kadode kana

a summer mountain
I pray to the wooden clogs
at departure


© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold) 



Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 

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Sunday, May 17, 2015

Sunday Relaxation

You would probably wonder how a couple of retired people need relaxation.  We do little other than follow our grandchildren from sports field to sports field.  Or from swim meet to swim meet.  With the much needed rain and the cold of the past winter we have stayed in our apartment more than usual.

Today, Hubby wanted  to put the top up on the Jeep so he could drive it with all the rainy weather.  As luck would have it there was a break in the rain.  Using my waning feminine wiles, he was convinced to leave the top down and just head out of the city.  We did not even have the GPS turned on so for a while we just wandered westward.  Some of streets we turned on were full of upscale homes.  They appeared to have been built in the period of time when we were building our life together.

It was interesting the emotions evoked by the home styles.  The pitch of the roof lines.  Spanish courtyards and half-timber Tudor styles with the ultra straight line contemporary homes strewn along the winding streets.  For a moment or two I thought how pleasant it would be to be twenty something.  To be starting the journey for the first time.

To be planning to go to the Plan Shoppe to look at home plans.  The sign the contract with a builder.  To be young, flexible.  To have endurance and muscles.  To have more future than past.  The emotions surprised me a little.  Not usually one to look back and wish for that time.  Partly because of the pain of the journey traveled.  Not horrible pain but enough.  No desire to stand by as friends lose children.  Or marriages dissolve.  Or businesses fail.  The struggles through caring for aging parents.

And then the Jeep turned onto a different street that led out of the area.  Into an area with few homes.  An area of a two lane road with cedar covered hills on each side.  The recent rains have allowed the wildflowers to go crazy.  Fields orange, red, pink and some white.  Flower names reflect the old and diverse cultures of the Hill Country.  Mexican Hat, Indian Blanket, Indian Paint brush, bluebonnets, Drummond phlox, verbena, wine cup and evening primrose to name what we saw.

On Nameless Road twisting and turning through the hills balance was regained.  An appreciation for the life lived thus far.  The appreciation of the past with a nod to the last part of life.  One last long trip in the Jeep taking us to a family reunion and a little beyond.   One last unsupervised adventure with the man of my dreams.  Now that is relaxing.....

for a while ....

Carpe Diem #733 for a while


The parent just wants a moment of quiet.  But with youngsters in the home it is seldom achievable.  By the time all homework is done.  By the time the last load of wash is put into the dryer.  By the time the last book is read and last head is kissed.  The parent is too tired to enjoy the quiet, falling asleep on the divan.  The half drank beer on the table grows warm.  Only the cat is left to enjoy the quiet.

across the meadow
the storm waters rush onward
for quite a while 
©  Janice Adcock

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Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 

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bell at sunset

Carpe Diem #732 "A bell at sunset"


Did you hear that?  Neither did I.  Isn't it grand to be in a location of nothing but quite. Sure there might be a bird, trickling water or a gentle breeze.  But that is not noise. That is joy.  The cedar trees are emitting the glorious aroma that only they can emit.  The wild flowers are in a silent riot of blossoms swaying in the breeze.  And one just sitting, lost in the space between here and there ...

unseen twig falls
softly striking the leaves
announcing sunset

©  Janice Adcock

The full text of the inspirational challenge is found here.
Today I've (Bastet) visited  Jane Reichhold's Bare Bones School of Haiku trying to understand and therefore explain to you something about today's haiku by Basho:

(spring 1689)

Spending a lonely spring evening in a country cottage

bell at sunset
also was not heard
a spring evening  

© Basho (trans. Jane Reichhold)


no poplar seeds
are falling like snow
under the rainfall

the cuckoo's call
unheard on the plains
on a spring morning

© G.s.k. '15

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