The Dancing Bumble Bees

Daily Prompt:  Bumble

Every morning when I walk Gracie, I pass a beautiful yellow mimosa. As I walk under its branches I see the fuzzy black and yellow bumble bees busy at work pollinating the flowers.

I am allergic to bees, so I don’t dally along this part of my walk, but I do love to watch the bees. It looks like they are dancing with each other in uncoordinated movements back and forth from flower to flower. They pass over and under each other never touching, but coming very close.

We used to have a swimming pool and when we were landscaping around it we were told that bees liked yellow flowers the most.  So we never had yellow flowers in our yard. I always felt bad about that because yellow flowers just seem happy.

Watching these dancing bees made me think about this Neal Diamond song from 1979. Take a listen.

 

Published on Sep 29, 2010

 

I Am A Tailor

Daily Prompt:  Tailor

I am a tailor.
A maker of clothes for the smartly attired.
I measure carefully
The man, woman and child.

I am a tailor.
I sew with precision
The edges of cloth
With straight even stitches.

I am a tailor.
I have chosen wisely
Richly charcoal colored fabric.
For your suit.

The texture
The feel
Perfection.
I am a tailor.

© Wanda Williams

The Beach

Daily Prompt:  Savage

 

I took a walk on the beach today.

Blue skies and white clouds welcomed me.

Pelicans and seagulls flew over my head

A beautiful sight to see.

 

Waves gently rolling into the shore

Saying a quiet hello.

Sandpipers running on the sand

Following the water’s ebb and flow.

 

The dunes are alive with sea grasses

With vines and sea oats holding onto the sand

They hide their inhabitants successfully

Keeping them safe and sound..

 

Life is glorious on the beach.

It calms me and soothes my soul.

I was lost in my thoughts of wonder

At what God has given to me.

 

Then quickly the clouds began to change.

They grew dark and caused the wind to form.

The birds began to disappear

Heading for shelter to ride out the storm.

 

Then waves slammed into the beach

With a warning to leave at once.

So with regret I walked away

As the wind savagely beats the dunes.

 

I thought about the drastic change

That God had designed today.

And realized I must put my faith

In His all knowing ways.

© Wanda Williams

 

 

The Saga of the Nuts, Bolts and Screws

Daily Prompt:  Jangle

Back in 2002 my husband and I moved to North Carolina.  We had a relatively big house that had stuff stored in it from my mom’s house, my mother’s house and all the stuff my husband collected over the years.  We had been in that house for 27 years.  My husband, being a pack rat from the word go, collected every screw, nut, bolt and washer that was left over from everything he had ever put together.  He also had all of the miscellaneous pieces of metal he would bring home from work in his pocket.

We had to sort through all of the stuff in the garage.  There were boxes of little metal “things” to go through.  We would open up the boxes and I would say we can get rid of this.  Gary would say no, we need to keep it.  This went on with all of the cigar boxes he had with the varied little metal screws, nuts and bolts.  So, the day came to pack up the truck to move.

All of these little screws, nails, nuts, bolts were put into the truck.  At our new house we emptied it all into the garage there.  Every time Gary needed to fix something, he would run to one of the Home Depots in the area and pick up the hardware he needed for the task.  I would remind him we had boxes, jars, coffee cans full of that kind of hardware and we would just say it was quicker to pick up what he needed.  I just shook my head.

When my in-laws were getting ready to sell their place, there were jars, boxes, coffee cans full of little metal screws, nuts, bolts, and nails in their garage.  Every time Gary heard that familiar jangle he would smile and say that we needed to keep these.  So, we added to our collection of those little metal pieces.

Now, my husband is gone and I am going through all of the stuff he thought we couldn’t live without.  In the garage, if I pick up a box, can, jar of something that jangles I don’t even open it.  I smile to myself remembering how Gary had to keep it, then toss it in the get rid of pile.  I am confident that when I get rid of all of this stuff, there will be another man that will see the value in holding into all of the nuts, bolts, screws and washers just in case he needs one.

Wanda

Just A Feather?

Daily Prompt:  Quill

bf07e920f55347726bb9d9273cfc8d2cWhen I was in elementary school I went to a number of historical sites on school field trips.  I must have gotten quills at each of them.  I was fascinated that you could pluck a tail feather out of a large bird and use it to write with.  It made me realize that something so benign so ordinary could be used to do something so extraordinary.  Now, I know that the  quills I got as my souvenirs were probably synthetically made, but I just always had to have one to memorialize my field trips.

I have never written with any of the quills I had saved for so many years.  Finally when I had gotten married and was moving my things into my new home I got rid of them.  I can remember thinking I had no idea why I had so many.  I am sorry that I never tried to write with them though.  It would have been like the signers of the Declaration of Independence.  Statements such as “The mighty quill.” make you think about writing something that is profound.  Maybe if I had used one of those quills I would have turned out to be a writer.  Who knows?

I will tell you though, that when I was in elementary school, I did write with a fountain pen.  I always liked how the pen felt in my hand.

Where I went to school we had writing practice.  We were taught the Palmer Method of handwriting.  I used to have quite beautiful handwriting.  I never do any writing by hand anymore.   It seems that since computers have taken their place in our society, I have given up handwriting.

My grandchildren aren’t even learning cursive.  I think that is a shame.  I think that when you can sign your name to something of importance, it instills pride.

Wanda

Dash or Dash

Daily Prompt:  Dash

Who would have thought that using the little dash would be so complicated.  I always check the definitions of the words for the daily prompt before I write my little piece.  I just checked the definition of dash.  Wow!  I thought I was pretty intelligent, and maybe at one point in my life I learned some of this, but I swear I don’t remember it.

This is what Wikipedia has to say about the dash.

“The dash is a punctuation mark that is similar to a hyphen or minus sign, but differs from both of these symbols primarily in length and function. The most common versions of the dash are the en dash (–) and the longer em dash (—), whose names historically were loosely related with the length of a lower-case n and upper-case M, respectively, in commonly used typefaces.

Usage varies both within English and in other languages, but the usual convention in printed English text is as follows:

An em dash (or an en dash) denotes a break in a sentence or to set off parenthetical statements.
Glitter, felt, yarn, and buttons—his kitchen looked as if a clown had exploded.
A flock of sparrows—some of them juveniles—alighted and sang.

The en dash (but not the em dash) indicates spans or differentiation, where it may be considered to replace “and” or “to” (but not “to” in the phrase “from … to …”):[1]
The French and Indian War (1754–1763) was fought in western Pennsylvania and along the present US–Canada border (Edwards, pp. 81–101).

The em dash (but not the en dash) is also used to set off the sources of quotes:
Seven social sins: politics without principles, wealth without work, pleasure without conscience, knowledge without character, commerce without morality, science without humanity, and worship without sacrifice. — Mahatma Gandhi”

I don’t know about you, but I am just a little confused by this.  However, if I am completely honest, it doesn’t take much to confuse me anymore.  I think it has something to do with getting older.  🙂

Wikipedia goes on to say, “There are several forms of dash, of which the most common are: (link to site added by me)https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dash.”

Then Merriam-Webster’s definition is this.

  1. transitive verb
  2. 1:  to break by striking or knocking angrily dashed the bouquet of flowers against the table

  3. 2:  to knock, hurl, or thrust violently dashed water onto his face a boat that had beendashed against the rocks

  4. 3:  splashspatter his pants were dashed with mud

  5. 4a :  ruindestroy the news dashed his hopesb :  depresssaddenc :  to make ashamed dashed by her scorn

  6. 5:  to affect by mixing in something different his delight was dashed with bitterness

  7. 6:  to complete, execute, or finish off hastily —used with down or off dashed down a drinkdash off a letter… he dashed off the book in eight weeks … — Paul Fussell

  8. 7[euphemism]:  1damn 4 Dash it all!

  9. intransitive verb
  10. 1:  to move with sudden speed dashed down the hallway

  11. 2:  smash waves dashing against the rocks

 

So the simple little dash has many meanings and uses – my work here is done.  I have dashed to the internet and dashed off my research with dashing results.  I hope I haven’t dashed your enthusiasm for using dash as that would have dashed your interest.

Wanda

Adventure

Daily Prompt:  Scamper

Mama has her hands full
As she leads her babies through the door.
It’s their first big adventure
To the outside world.
She teaches them to be alert
While scampering about.
The kittens get so hungry
And tired from their play.
So mama calls them to her
Counting them one by one.
And leads them back into the house
Where lunch is served at once.
With bellies full they snuggle close
Keeping safe and warm.

Wanda