Food Grows Where Water Flows

Food Grows Where Water Flows


Central California 2015
Rain fall catch us up
No interstate rail works
No system to retain water
Solutions can fill a cup

Collector of Rain

Collector of rain,

tea cups, heirloom seeds and roses.

Fill orange Home Depot buckets.
Job is a raucous fight where I smile.

Home is for sale

where does wind lead?

Son leaves for college in days.

Birthday is on September 11^th?

Sit while I brew lavender tea.

Hummingbirds sip with us, 

 Siberian Wallflower blooms.

Monarchs chrysalis in the canyon.
Who will care for my bees?

Caroline Gerardo copyright 9/14/2015

It's raining tonight. After two years of drought the sound of rain in my bucket retention system is a dance. Wish I had another week for editing, but my  schedule is demanding.  I hope you are well. The photograph is the beginnings of new butterflies in the canyon below my house. I planted milkweed and salvia for the monarchs and there are thousands of them collecting food and doing what makes them happy. Poem above untitled for the moment, perhaps "Welcome Change" 

    

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Grave in The Rose Garden

Another Grave in the Garden

Hurricane failed to rain?

Leaving passion's steamy heat

whisper then whistle under the covers

like a smoke detector battery gone bad.

Broken on my doorstep

 there's a symbol on the knocker: 

welcome hearts lost in darkness.

If I patch your wings, 

if  I calm your despair,

give me pardon.

Your songs bereft and sad,

make healing grow.

Remember moments when the wind

whips up the canyon lifting chamomile seeds

she's making tea to ease your pain.

Tonight begin a life under the rose garden.

The sun blazes down across the sea.

You came home to me.

Photo of tiny bird on my doorstep this morning.

Flycatcher Fidalgo he was a character in my current

novel in progress. Unknown what happened to him.

 I have a southwestern willow flycatcher pair that

lives in the canyon below me and nests near my fountains. 

They are endangered and don't belong here.

 I wish I knew the cause of death...

This guy is buried under this porcelain plate below the

rose cultivar climber Blair Annabella, my patent 1992 named after daughter.

The rose is hearty. Flowers start pink then the petals blush to cream before they fall.

Hurricane Odile hasn't brought a drop of rain here. 

Are you living somewhere with drought?

 Let me know how you deal with it.

Ending In Sight

End in sight on second revision.
This weekend:
worked Saturday with my friend Hillary
it wasn't a paycheck or productive, but we
enjoyed each other's company.


gardened, wrote, hiked, wrote, cleaned, wrote,
wanted to paint the sun shades but it sprinkled
enough to make the cars a mess
they say El Nino is coming,
go figure

edited forty pages but can't decide on the ending
realize I keep using certain words that when
I start the next novel I swear I will delete
here are my sinner darlings:
I think
and
that
sound
***
specific to this novel the repeater / recycled are:
dark
dust
devil

I'm using symbols and

images in the narrative to clarify

the voice that changes.

¥ § ҈ ‡ ∞

When I began this river, this rail
I thought the road was straight
I killed off a character who is sweet
let one get away with murder, again.
Does an ending have to be just?
It's 102322 words, I need to cut
more then send off to Dave Malone
for editing
Then another process of slashing
excess adjectives and adverbs
Sorry no punctation in this one,
just a long rain run on of what I think

© 2014 caroline gerardo

Misty and fog on California field

Rail fountain

waterfall