The peonies in our backyard bloom for a day or two before they fall apart. The best part may be those few days before a peony blooms as in this case when a ladybug is crawling on the tight bud. The colors are rich.
(Last Sunday: A contrast in heroism: Chartan gets credit for saving people from a forest fire while Brazil patrols the streets of war-torn Kyiv.) “We bleed like everyone else—the same goes for dying,” said Brazil to a crowded room of international fighters. “I’m ready.” Fifty years ago Brazil had said these sameContinue reading “The Adventures of Chartan: Combat or Not”
Last year the ivy geranium “died” in our side yard but this Spring it has rebounded despite the continued drought conditions. It is now common to talk to neighbors about what plants are surviving.
(Last Sunday: Chartan, deep in thought, reacts to a forest fire outside of his apartment building while Brazil questions his decision to do battle in Ukraine.) Chartan, seated behind the wheel of his limousine with Gina by the passenger door, stares at the thick smoke 100 drifting slowly towards the parking lot. Continue reading “The Adventures of Chartan: Heroes”
(Last Sunday: Brazil doesn’t fire his weapon in a combat situation; Chartan and Gina talk in bed.) Two nights later in their apartment bed, Chartan was on his back staring at the ceiling while Gina slept soundly on her back next to him. His thoughts drifted from the coming birth of their baby,Continue reading “The Adventures of Chartan: Fire Outside/Fire in the Belly”
The common buckeye butterfly takes on a special look when its beautiful colors are contrasted with old brick and rusting metal in our eclectic yard.
I’ve been harvesting nasturtium seeds for over ten years, most ending up with orange blooms. But this batch planted last Fall in the side yard produced tiger lily like colors. This season I will make sure to keep these seed pods separate from the orange group.
(Last Sunday: Chartan doubts himself.) Brazil leveled his M16 and prepared to squeeze the trigger at the dark shadows creeping slowly towards him some 50 feet away. This was that moment that had haunted him for 50 years, only now he was in Kyiv. Crouched by him about five feet away an American veteranContinue reading “The Adventures of Chartan: Squeeze”