Haibun Monday at DVerse wants us to use a photograph by Susan Judd – her ethereal pictures look like watercolour paintings. But first, a picture from my son:
This mysterious photograph was taken last weekend by my son, Robin James Smith, at a secret location somewhere in Hertfordshire, England ─ secret to protect those bluebells from marauders. In another month there will be a sea of blue beneath the twisted trees. The deformity may have been caused when the trees were released from an ivy prison at some point in their growth.
Twisted tangled tree
trunks, teasing ─ tempting light to
twinkle through the twigs
And here’s one of Susan Judd’s pictures with an embroidered story from my youth.
Belinda wanted to please her mother, so she gathered daffodils from the gardens passed on the way home from school. Mum was far from pleased
with the gift. She told little Belinda to take the flowers back to their real owners.
The terrified child hadn’t the chutzpah to knock on the doors, so she simply re-planted the broken stems among the leaves from which they’d been torn.
Paper thin petals
harbinger of warmer days
cheer us every Spring