full stretch moon

note: this is delayed due to technical issues, sorry.


Full Stretch Moon
4-19-19
Full moon rises tonight, Friday, just after the 735 sunset. The moon tonight was spectacular so Friday promises to be as awesome.
I call this one Full Stretch because I feel like “Elastic Man” these days. Look y’all, I’m 72, I can barely open my email and do a bit of word processing, grade entering and that sort of thing. Barely is the important word there. My employer wants me to teach an online class in the fall. OK, except I have never even taken an online class. Now I have to take three training classes plus a 10 weeker, all before start-up of the fall semester. Wish me luck y’all, I’m straining. This FMA will be shorter than normal. I figger three of the five of y’all that still read this stuff are saying “ALRIGHT!”
Beth, I have to get this off my chest, I saw an evil oil train sliding through my town the other day, acting like it was not a time bomb waiting to blow up our peaceful home, but I did not even write it down. So I will not even mention it in this FMA.
3-17 Finally rain after such a dry February! Gratitude.
3-26 Maggie Rose is 16 today, sweet sixteen! Ah, our girl has found her voice. P and I have been to several Ull baseball games where she sang the national anthem, very cool.
This is a heck of a week. I addressed the Trees Acadiana bunch at Pack and Paddle tonight. I came up with a new Jimism, saying, “Arborist are not all created equal”. Tomorrow my boss and I address the federated Garden Clubs of Louisiana about or new Wildflower Seed Bank. As a special treat I am presenting a short thank you slide show on the moving of Mr. Al, the tree in Iberia Parish. This organization was especially loud and effective voice opposing his destruction and support of his final relocation. Then Thursday I speak to a nurseryman’s group on “Bringing the Cajun Prairie to Town”. In our world of mow, mow, mow this is tough concept to sell. What a fun filled, busy week.
3-30 My bud Jon called today to report, among other important discussions, that he thought he had seen the first Iberia Parish MIKI, Mississippi Kite, Y’all! I didn’t want to tell him but we all know that the first MIKI arrival is always at the City Park Boat Ramp on Earth Day about mid-morning, always Jon! Of course Jon said it was an over the shoulder peripheral only side glancing shot, but we older guys are really good at these things, so, so, so, maybe so Jon.

How about a poem written by Mimi before Maggie’s birth, at the full moon no less, how perfect is that?

                                           Womb to the World
          We wait impatiently in wonder,
While she satisfyingly sucks her thumb.
What day?  What time?  Will she be
       early or late?
She asks no questions, gives no answers,
        curls up, then stretches.
We know what awaits her as birthing
        draws near.
She wants not, worries not,
        nor trembles in fear.
Ben and Victoria say, “Hi! Buttercup.”
They feel her thump and know
        she is real.
She hears the familiar voices,
        and hears her mother’s
        thump-thump, thump-thump.
Tiny beauty we want to see
         your fingers, toes, and nose
         so perfectly created by God.
She sees not, knows not colors and hues
         so bright, nor day or night.
The moon is full.  The womb is ripe.
The world is posed for Maggie Rose.
By:  Your Mimi – Paula Foret
March 20,2003

Now on Maggie Rose’s 16th her Mimi strikes again!
Maggie Rose
                             Years have passed,
                                    Our girl is grown
                             She’s made her mark,
                                    With talent she’s made her own.
                             We watch patiently in awe
                                    As the Maggie Rose unfolds.
                             Her petal soft voice
                                    That woos the audience on minute,
                             And rocks with a thorn-like jazz the next.
                             Unpredictable and delightful in her blooms,
                                    Somewhere in between at sixteen.
                             A beauty to be sure,
                                    Filled with the life of a dew fresh rose,
                             A future yet to be disclosed.
                            
                             Our beautiful Maggie Rose.
      
                             Happy 16th Birthday
                             From Mimi – March 26, 2019
3-31 My 72nd birthday, P outdid herself, a lemon merengue pie and crawfish Etouffe’, oh my!
As a treat to me this poem from Margaret’s classroom after sneaking out with her students to do a bit of weeding in the school garden:
The secret Gardeners
We are the secret gardeners.
We don't make a sound.
We are digging weeds
Right out of the ground.
We are pulling and pulling.
Watch out for the bees.
What a charming day!
Jayden's about to sneeze.
Aaaaah.....Choo!
by Kaia, 3rd grade

4-4 Big rain last night, 4” we needed it. I noted out loud that the color of green was, was, was, so spring like!
4-7 Noisy crows all over my, yard, well maybe 6-7. This time of year a pair nests and fledges a couple of young ones and it seems that two or three extra adults help in raising the new kids, “it takes a village” y’all, perhaps last year’s yearlings? Or an odd aunt or uncle. What fun. Lots of crow action on campus too. No blue jays though, just the larger corvid. Now to think of it I never see a vulture on campus too, I guess the crowd is too young to be of interest. I swear y’all sometimes I think they are stalking Ol Poss.
4-10 First hummer of the year, first RTHB anyway, a male, I’m sure there were winter hummers but I did not see them. Zoomed in like a tiny tornado, licked all my flowers dry and went away. First saw him on the Mamou flowers, so red!
Home town poem by Margaret:
what’s in a name?
Begin with the source,
Lore told again and again,
ancient words from native people--
Teche,
Tesh,
Snake
Water runs through it
brown bayou mud
bound by an ever-eroding shore
Teche,
Tesh,
Snake.
Sun sets on vernal equinox
sends rays of light across
cypress trees reflected in still water
Teche,
Tesh,
Snake.
--Margaret Simon
Enjoy the night, take the old people and the little ones too. Take in the spectacle of it all. Oh and Anne, don’t forget the tart red.
Peace love possumhugs
BT

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  1. Melissa LamApril 24, 2019 at 10:35 AM

    I enjoy reading every FMA long or short!! I hope you have a great rest of your week Pop. <3

    Melissa

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