I try not to complain. I try to see the good in each day. Really, there is good in each day. But yesterday I got this haiku from a friend in Facebook Messenger.
It made me laugh, and I couldn’t resist playing along.
Haiku of my life at 5:00 on Monday.
My ribs are bruised
Margaret Simon
Coffee has lost its sweetness
Raindrops in my hair.
This photo gives a clue to my injury. See that rather thick siding on the slide, just thick enough to bruise a rib on the way down. Can’t a Mamère have any fun!?
But I will not leave this post without hope. I am currently nurturing about 20 monarch caterpillars in my kitchen. Last week before a hard freeze, I got a text from Jennie who tends the garden at a local school: “There’s a bunch of monarchs at Sugarland. Do you have any desire to bring them in from cold? Thank you, Caterpillar hero!” On my way home I stopped by the school, found an open gate, and cut lots of milkweed with caterpillars feasting. I’m posting updates periodically on Instragram.
My January Kitchen
A net enclosure
Margaret Simon, (c) January 2022
holds milkweed to feed
future beauty-wings
Reflections on the Teche 