flowers, froggy and doggy surgery

flowers, froggy and doggy surgery

splash of red on green 🙂

‘Acalypha hispida (Chenille Plant)
Euphorbiaceae

Traditional remedy or use: Used in Indonesia a vermifuge, to treat colic and intestinal disorders; also used as a poultice for sores. As a food source, the leaves are boiled and eaten.

Modern remedy or use: Still used in Indonesia.’

Source:  Plants of the Medicinal Garden (Palm Beach State College 2012) – thanks to Robert and Dawn for identification

green on pink 🙂

blue 😦 on brown on green

Sheba the Labradoodle dandy

Sheba is having surgery today! She will be having 6 small benign tumours (they look like little pink brains the size of peas) removed from paws and body. I will pick her up this afternoon and give her extra cuddles. She may find it hard to forgive me but food and smoochy cuddles will go a long way to getting back in her good books.

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The battle of black and colour

The battle of black and colour

Everyone needs some colour in their life!

The battle of black and colour (version 1)

Black was ruthless.

This was not a friend but an enemy, absorbing all colours, pretending to protect the spectrum but leaving each shade weak and puny, hidden in the depths, breathlessly submissive.

Dormant the colours rested, exhausted but dogged and resolute, waiting for light to penetrate the dark shield.

The light came.

A dawning realisation of hope began to strengthen their form.

A radiant heat of love teased the tint into the open, for all to see.

A cascade of optimism splashed and sated this new world,

and a rainbow of colours emerged triumphant in their glowing beauty.

They basked in the attention, gaining strength in recognition, a power with which to continue the battle with black and to win,

to this day,

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The battle of black and colour (version 2)

Black was ruthless.

This was not a friend but an enemy, absorbing all colours, pretending to protect the spectrum but leaving each shade weak and puny, hidden in the depths, breathlessly submissive.

Dormant the colours rested, exhausted but dogged and resolute, waiting for light to penetrate the dark shield.

The light came.

A dawning realisation of hope began to strengthen their form.
A radiant heat of love teased the tint into the open, for all to see.
A cascade of optimism splashed and sated this new world,

and a rainbow of colours emerged triumphant in their glowing beauty,

Black

Black

I have written this poem in response to a wonderful short story Redolent by blogger extraordinaire Selma in the City about the colour red. If you haven’t stopped by Selma’s blog, please do – she is one of the loveliest, kindest, sweetest human beings on the planet.

This is a poem in a series about colour, with red going next (my favourite colour!)

Black

There was a girl all dressed in black
slow danced with alchemy

black lace-up leather stomping boots
deflected her enemy

her ankle-length black woollen coat
safeguarded her from cold

malicious creatures all around
she built the protective fold

hair and makeup, black as black as
the ace of spades, the facade

she placed the death card for all to see
to heed the sign of the scarred.