Trying to capture something in the air, the wine, the heart and mind

One sees a photo of a table, vase of flowers, an empty glass, a single golden napkin ring, in a garden where soon the evening shadows will fall

And somewhere in that photo there are twittering birds… cardinals, finches, robins and elusive hummingbirds… a dragonfly that looks like aunt Cecelia’s antique broach

The twittering has now turned into full blown song, calls of the wild, the meadows and the forests and fields far away and yet they are here in the garden with me

Yes here, in that garden that no one truly knows or hears or
sees, whose heady fragrances they do not breathe because their lungs have
grown withered and old

Sometimes I wander in that sacred place that Dylan Thomas loved so long ago…
Wales, near the sea…the farm, the animals, the daisy chains..

His stallions coming out in the dizzying morning haze, the foxes from the hunt unscathed and braver than brave

In a garden you can see what God meant us to see, what He meant us to be

Go to your garden and sit and watch and listen, go to your garden and breathe

Go to the garden and pick your lovely flowers, vegetables and herbs,
drink in the perfume of the roses, sages, lemon balms and thyme, take off your shoes and feel the fresh cool grass and clover

Rest there in peace and know that God has given all of this to thee

About O

I live in a suburb of an American City. I write to try and understand myself and the world around me. I love nature, art, music, literature and beauty in all its forms. I love food. But then food is a whole other world.... I think the world is crazy and many of us will soon go insane from living in this world. What I love almost more than anything is my garden. I love its trees its shrubs and its many flowers. I love the birds, their flying and singing and dancing movements in and out of the sky and garden. Their freedom. I could watch birds all day long. They always bring joy. I love to work in my garden. To get muddy and dirty, digging, weeding, mowing, pruning and deadheading. Then, I like to have a cool glass of white wine or red, or sometimes a Manhattan, and drink in hand, I walk around and look at the fruits of my labor. And that walk each and every day in my little paradise.. because that is what gardens are.... brings me almost complete joy... My blog is whennothingworks because for a long time nothing has worked. Friends, family, jobs, money, houses, careers, lovers, things--- it all just doesn't work sometimes, or most of the time. The garden always works. Nature and its beauty always work. And, in my garden, I can sit quietly and think, or just breathe, and somehow manage to survive the world.
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4 Responses to Trying to capture something in the air, the wine, the heart and mind

  1. O says:

    Here is a copy of the post and there is an ad still on it/ The ads are to be removed as I paid $48.00 today for an upgrade. Thank you.

    O

    On Thu, Aug 13, 2020 at 11:09 AM whennothingworks wrote:

    > O posted: “One sees a photo of a table, vase of flowers, an empty glass, a > single golden napkin ring, in a garden where soon the evening shadows will > fall And somewhere in that photo there are twittering birds… cardinals, > finches, robins and elusive hummingbird” >

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  2. Doris Norrgård says:

    O, dear! Dear O! Your message reached me today. Happy to be reminded of your creativity! I feel like rewarding for your gift with a poem: http://www.yourdailypoem.com/listpoem.jsp?poem_id=2386 May you and your pen forever be blessed! Many grateful thoughts, Doris

    Den tors 13 aug. 2020 kl 18:09 skrev whennothingworks :

    > O posted: “One sees a photo of a table, vase of flowers, an empty glass, a > single golden napkin ring, in a garden where soon the evening shadows will > fall And somewhere in that photo there are twittering birds… cardinals, > finches, robins and elusive hummingbird” >

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  3. Doris Norrgård says:

    Tonight I also read “Shall I Try to Reach a Higher State…” Few people I know about seem to slip so easily into a higher and into an inner state, as you do, charming, creative, insightful O! And the most delightful and so *generous* thing about it is, that you take your readers with you! Flying high, roaming wide, diving deep, and also just landing in your garden or at your kitchen table. I share with you another poem: https://wildandpreciouslife0.wordpress.com/2012/06/26/halleluiah-by-mary-oliver/ Cheers in cherry wine (home-made by my sister!) – aren’t we Chekhovian! PS I googled “Chekhovian Ukraine” – and there was no such thing, so it was uniquely yours – but I found a piece of information on Kira Muratova and Chekhov’s Motifs – totally new to me. Serendipity! ❤

    Den tors 13 aug. 2020 kl 20:15 skrev Doris Norrgård :

    > O, dear! Dear O! Your message reached me today. Happy to be reminded of > your creativity! I feel like rewarding for your gift with a poem: > http://www.yourdailypoem.com/listpoem.jsp?poem_id=2386 > May you and your pen forever be blessed! > Many grateful thoughts, > Doris > > Den tors 13 aug. 2020 kl 18:09 skrev whennothingworks comment-reply@wordpress.com>: > >> O posted: “One sees a photo of a table, vase of flowers, an empty glass, >> a single golden napkin ring, in a garden where soon the evening shadows >> will fall And somewhere in that photo there are twittering birds… >> cardinals, finches, robins and elusive hummingbird” >>

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  4. Fushiagirl1 says:

    I love your August 13, 2020 post! To speak about the garden is like sweet little sounds to my ears.
    K

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