Friday, June 22, 2007

Haiku, June 22, 2007

Honeysuckle scent
Lingering in the warm air
A taste of nectar

(P.S. If you don't know about the gift of nectar in the honeysuckle bloom, send me an email or post a comment and I will explain to you how you too can experience this delightful little bit of heaven on earth.)


jim said...

I am on my way out the door, I just wanted to wish you a good morning Sophia, and to thank you for your comments. You are wonderful and I am grateful to know you, Thanks.

PS: I will reply to the comments later, my morning time is very short usually. BTW, this is a great 'puzzle' you have posed, beautiful!

Sophia said...

G'day to you, Mr. Jim. I feel so honored that you have chosen to remember me on your way out the door this morning. Bless you and happy Friday to you. I hope you're enjoying these first few days of summer.

Merryweather said...

Hi, I came by your blog through the blog "Darvish"-
I think you have an interesting blog. I have left you a comment on the post "Bonding with a stranger"
Have a wonderful day!

Sophia said...

Hi Merryweather,

Indeed you did and what a pleasure it is for me to meet you today. I ran into the Darvish blog through Mark Walter's Eternal Awareness blog. The circle grows. I'm glad to see that.

I left you a response to the other comment that you made. Thank you so much for your visit and comments. I will be by to visit you, as well, and see if I can get to know better this beautiful soul who has given me the gift of a visit.

goatman said...

Your haiku reminded me of a line from one that a friend in Ohio did which began: "cincinatti mud"
I could never beat the concise exactness of that start to the thought.
I too am familiar with Mr. Jim. I love his art. Reminds me of stained glass. Wish we could afford one!

Best of the day to you; summery scents and warm regards from this side of the planet.

Ask Lucid said...

Ok, You got me.... How does one enjoy the experience, and are they located anywhere specific. I never tasted one, but it sounds delightful!

Christi said...

This haiku made me very happy.

As a child we lived in Maryland and spent almost every weekend at Matapeake State Park crabbing and fishing and there was this fencing that was absolutely covered with honeysuckle. The kids spent as much time eating honeysuckle nectar as we did catching crabs. *g*

It's one of my fondest memories.

~ Christi

Mark said...

I loved honeysuckles as a child. Have not seen them in years.

antonior said...

What a nice place you have here.
I live in a rural place and I have honeysuckle here. Me and my wife, we love the scent of it.
We have the companion and friendship of animals too, like we see on your posts.
I'll be back

Sophia said...

Cincinatti mud, sounds like an excellent start. I wonder how it ended? I wonder what, to him, was special about Cincinatti's mud compared to, say, Boise's mud, or Indianapolis's mud. What did he see, or feel? There is no mud like the mud of home.

Haikus are my favorite, because I can do them. I am not a poet, though sometimes I feel things very deeply that I wish I could express poetically. It's a little agonizing that I can't be expressive in that way. Haiku lets me be somewhat poetic.

Happy Tuesday!

Sophia said...

Hi Lucid,

The magic of the honeysuckle is very easy to experience. Believe it or not, to many people, honeysuckle is considered a weed! They grow along fences sometimes and also on the edges of wooded areas.

Basically, you pull a bloom off the bush. Most honeysuckles are white or yellow. On the end of the honeysuckle bloom there is a green plug. With your fingers, gently pinch the plug and pull it out of the bloom, very slowly, because soon there will develop - at the end of the string that comes out (I think this is a stamen or pistol) - a drop of nectar. Place your tongue on that drop and taste the sweetness.

I actually found a site that has pictures showing you how to do this. Here it is:

Sophia said...

Actually, Lucid, this page has all the steps and pictures on one page:

Sophia said...

Hi Mark, my love for them also began as a child. I always smell them before I see them. The nose leads the way!

Sophia said...

Thank you for your visit, Antonior! Many blessings to you and your wife, and also to Mila and TimTim and any other pet you have that I'm forgetting!

goatman said...

I was remiss in not relating the entire haiku (had to find it on an old computer):

Cincinnati mud
Dogprints frozen in patterns
Waiting for the thaw

by Linda Selvia

mossy said...

very nice

Sophia said...

Hi Goatman,

Gee, even I've made a goof by defaulting to "him" when it was a "she". Thanks for coming back and saving me from my curiosity. I'm glad I was able to experience the entire experience, complete with dog prints. And indeed, life is special with dog prints.

Sophia said...

Thank you Mossy. :)