Haiku Friday: Pink Blizzard

cherry tree in bloom --
gently swirling pink blizzard
drifts and paints the steps.

i wait all year to
scoop up soft petals and make
playful poofy snowballs.

when rain falls, petals
are splash-plastered to the bricks,
nature's can of paint.

leaf blowers protest,
blowhards powerless against
the pink dot onslaught.

before green bursts forth,
nature celebrates spring with
a confetti blast!

Want to play along on Haiku Friday? It's easy! Just a haiku on your blog, any theme. Put the post url into Mister Linky here, then please leave a comment after linking.

And be sure to have a great spring weekend!

How About a Haiku Weekend?

It's not that I forgot about ...

... it's more that the haiku I wrote sounded the same as all my others -- in fact I managed to blend seasonal and maudlin haiku and I just didn't want to post another sorry-sounding poem! Here's Kari's fun haiku for the week (there's even a contest attached).

And, since I wrote it already anyway (in bed Thursday night), here's mine:

The drops of rain are
bullets to a daffodil,
lullaby for me.

I'll try again next week!!!

Nature on Display

We had beautiful weather in northern Indiana last week. My brother's town is small and surrounded by fields, so it's full of beautifully chirping birds, his yard is covered in violets:



And Duckyboy had a blast trying to "jail" a ladybug, who kept blithely meandering over the sticks that comprised his triangular cage:





Between being able to run in and out of the house which was full of people and cats to play with inside and lots to look at outside, at one point DB said, "This is even more fun than playing on Club Penguin!" Which, believe me, is saying something.

Spring Contrasts: Flowers Old and New

From my in-laws' backyard:


From my building's front area:


I.... don't have anything else to say today! I hope to take more flower photos this year than last year. Can you believe I have not yet plugged in the camera I won at BlogHer last year? It's been sitting on my desk collecting dust.

What's sitting right under your nose collecting dust and reminding you of fallen intentions?