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Soulmate

Push aside your long brown hair, through strong thick fingers, across your bronzed face, from your hazel eyes, dripping with confidence. Your luminous gaze flushes my skin, lost in your stare, heart full of anticipation, I turn to see only you across the crowded room. Reach out your hand, draw me into you through melodic verses from upon the stage, you touch my soul. Electricity from your touch, feelings from your heart, true deep emotions filled all my voids, melt us together. Torn by fate, split by lightning, thrown into endless searches, apart too long, our hearts join with pleasurous pain. Subliminal messages only you understand, knowing my thoughts, always sensing your devotion, feeling my passion, true soulmates.

Ilex ~ Midwestern Plant Girl

Lightning Bugs or Fireflies ~ Lampyridae Species

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Fireflies produce cold light, meaning there is no heat produced as a by-product. Fireflies generate light by mixing a chemical (luciferin) with an enzyme (luciferase) and oxygen. Fireflies produce their light by controlling the oxygen supply to the light organs that contain the chemical reaction.Β  Fireflies use their light to attract each other, which is rare, as most insects use scent instead of sight.

As I again, feel like these little cuties are known the world round, I will launch into some fun stuff, like some Japanese folklore as to where they came from:

Once upon a time, a woodman and his wife lived on the edge of a beautiful forest beneath Mount Fujiyama in Japan. They had a cozy, little house and a beautiful garden, however they were not happy, because they wished for a child. One moonlit night, the wife slipped out of the house and laid herself down before the great mountain with its shining snowcap. She begged for Fujiyama to send her and her husband a child.
As she prayed, a tiny light appeared high upon the mountain and began to drift down toward the woman. When the light reached the branches of the bamboo, it stopped. The woman was overjoyed when she found it was a Moonchild, sent by the Lady in the Moon herself. She took the child home and her husband was overjoyed as well.
The Moonchild grew into a beautiful young lady, a Moon Princess, and was beloved by all who saw her. When the Emperor’s son saw her, he asked for her hand in marriage. However, she refused, saying that her mother, the Moon Lady, had bidden her to return home when she reached the age of twenty.
When the night came for her to leave, the woodman, his wife and the Emperor’s son were all there to say goodbye, and they were inconsolable. The Lady in the Moon sent down a silver moonbeam for her daughter, and the Princess floated up upon it. As she floated, the Princess cried silver tears for those she left behind. As they fell, they took wing and flew all over the land.
The Moon Princess’ tears can still be seen on moonlit nights. Some call them fireflies, but those who know the legend know that they are the Princess’ tears, searching for those she loved on Earth and had to leave behind.

This is a great video segment about the Fireflies in Tennessee, they are very unique.

 


Β© Ilex – Midwestern Plant Girl

Weekend Coffee Share ~ 6/24/2017

Happy Saturday Everyone!

Can I offer you a cup of sludge (Folger’s coffee that over flows the filter, even though I’m only making two cups)? Since I flood my coffee with cream and stevia, it really doesn’t matter if I buy cheap coffee… I can’t taste the difference πŸ˜‰

My hubby is off to work another Saturday. He feels guilty if he doesn’t work it before we take the next few days off. Me? I don’t feel guilty one bit for taking off work. It’s a dog eat dog out there, however I’m not planing on dying before I enjoy this life of mine.

I always remember my parents listening to Paul Harvey and his show, “The Rest of the Story”. Β  It irks me that news affiliates rarely report the outcomes of stories, due to the need to grab folks attention with new, fascinating stories, rather than ‘dwell’ on old ones. In the spirit of Paul, I figured this post would be a good place to update you’all about some things.

Back in January, when I was due for a salon visit to cover my roots, I made a decision to stop dying and let my inner silver fox appear. Which I have been, sans one visit to dye the lower hair to match my natural color (darker than where I was) so, in theory, I’ll never have to dye again. My hairdresser did not dye my roots, however I do feel she went a bit darker than my natural color. Honestly, I love it! It really is a dark, dark brown. It actually does compliment my complexion quite well, I thing.

The roots are about 2 inches long now. Clearly, I have a few Lily Munster streaks right in the front… Awesome! I’ve been taking biotin, and feel it’s really making my hair grow like a weed. It’s long enough now, that when I’m driving, I go to check blind-spots and realize I can’t because I’m leaning on my hair. Very happy with these results. I need to learn some cool braiding styles now. I do have anxiety issues, that force me to play with my hair… I might as well put those issues to good use and learn updo’s πŸ˜‰

Both of us have been to the DDS now. I knew hubby was worse off than me, however…. 😯 I didn’t really think we were going to be that far apart. My visit went pretty much as predicted. This new DDS had ALL of the most recent gizmo crap available in the DDS world! All my x-rays were splashed across the 52″ flat screen mounted on the wall, followed by real-time photos of each tooth, front and back! When was the last time you saw the back of your mouth from the back of your tongue?!? After that was a periodontal exam… 232-332-222-332… only one 4! Awesome, I can squash that quickly. She agreed that the 2 teeth can just be removed and sadly, found 3 small cavities. I’m slated for the chair after vacation. In total, $1,000. Not bad.

My husband was not so lucky. We talk about many things, however the DDS is a touchy subject. Not so much that he didn’t want to go or anxiety issues, its because he realizes it’s kind of a necessity to quit smoking to avoid issues in healing his mouth. In short, if you’re not aware, when you get teeth pulled, you should avoid ‘sucking’ on things (straws, candy, cigs) to avoid dry socket. Since I quit smoking in 2006, I’ve only mentioned to him quitting a hand full of times. Nagging rarely gets you anywhere in this house… I know the phrase, ‘you won’t quit until you want to’. We have touched on it. I can just say, I hope he can do it. I need him to be around. Without him, I’d be lost.

After we talked about his visit, I didn’t realize he still had all four wisdom teeth. Yikes… and they are all impacted. I was lucky, I didn’t have lower and tops are tucked away forever in my skull. He also needs four crowns and a couple of root canals. All in all… $15,000 was the bottom line. No worries, let me get you a tissue for the coffee that blew out your nose.

I’ll have to give a report in the future.

Work has been better, slower this past week. There is always a slight lull at this time. I think many of the 1%ers travel after the kiddos get out of school. No one is home to complain. I have been teaching my young padiwan how to use my quoting program… At least how to retrieve existing quotes when I’m absent. I told her she should learn as much as she can at every job she works at. I told her, her goal should always be to take the bosses job away. At least that was always my strategy. She’s smart, I feel she will go far. She reminds me of me a little bit πŸ˜‰

Otherwise, on a whole, we’re all good! Everyone is healthy and happy =-) I hope you are all the same! Enjoy the long 4th of July weekend, if you’re with me in the states. We’ll be enjoying Door County, Wisconsin in the toyhauler, with the boys. I’ll be trying out my Instagram skills out that weekend with the picturesque scenery of ‘The Thumb’. I may not be able to join you’all next Saturday, however I’ll check in the next.

See ya!

Β© Ilex ~ Midwestern Plant Girl

Ah, Home Sweet Home!

This is my front door. I took the left side photos May 30th and the right, June 20th.
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Most of April and all of May was a rain-out. We had 10 inches (25cm) of rain in those 8 weeks. Even when it wasn’t raining, Sweet Sol was hiding behind her fluffy, white shawl. There’s not even a trace of her shadow on the wall. At least, the foliage looks green and lush in this light!

June 9th it got hot… like Hell Hot. I’m not complaining… Yet.

Things grew very well until the heat. Things were looking really sad and I even had to water my established perennials.

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We don’t use our front door. It’s too awkward to enter here. No overhang. No space. No where for shoes… It’s so much easier to enter from the garage. It’s like having a huge foyer! So, this year we finally decided to embrace our inner Red Neck and start sitting on the porch. It’s so nice to enjoy all the beautiful things that fill our senses. The flowers smell so sweet, the fountain sounds so melodic, the birds look so joyful and the chipmunks make us smile.

Ah, Home Sweet Home!

 

Β© Ilex ~ Midwestern Plant Girl

Twin Tuesday ~ Flash 365

Β “Oh! Take a shit, read a story” – My Mother on Flash Fiction

What else can I say? The stories on Flash 365 are the perfect length for a trip to the loo. Some stories even have a few episodes for those times you’ll need to be entertained a bit longer.Β  I have never laughed so hard or gotten such twist endings slapped aside my head like Flash 365 pulls on me. I hope my humble story (and art) below is half as good as what you’d experience on Flash 365 πŸ˜‰ Enjoy.

I’ve always looked good in black,” H whispered before inserting the wintergreen lifesaver into her mouth. A holdover oral fixation from quitting smoking.

Funerals were always a great place to go husband hunting. It was time. She was loosing her youthful appearance again and it was time to fall in love.

Her one and only friend D elbowed her slightly, turning her gaze to the solitary, elderly man sitting in the front row. He was quietly weeping.

H glided over to his location then sat next to the man, put her arm around him and spoke softly, β€œ She was a wonderful woman, you must have loved her deeply.”

β€œShe was my light,” he choked between his tears β€œI don’t know if I can go on without her.”

His devotion to his wife is what attracted her to him. She needed that.

β€œThere, there.” She scratched his back.

H returned D’s glance and nodded slightly. D turned and left the room.

H began singing sweetly at a level only he could hear. His crying ceased. His eyes locked with hers. His heart began to feel full of life and started to beat just a bit faster.

Soon after the memorial was over, he and H married in a quiet part of a tropical island. He never thought he could feel so alive again.

On their 20 year anniversary, he asked the the burning question that was on his mind all these years. He wondered how after 20 years, he actually started to look younger and H hasn’t changed at all.

β€œLove.” She said. β€œTrue love will always make you young.”

On their 40 year anniversary, when he clearly looked like he did in his 20’s and she hasn’t changed, he asked her again. She answered the same, β€œLove.”

When they reached their 50th anniversary, he clearly wanted an answer from her as he noted his acne pocked face.

H just began to sing to him. Softly like a lullaby. He felt the need to cuddle and nap within her arms. He rested his head on her shoulder and dozed off.

After what felt like a deep rest, he awoke to find himself not thinking about much aside from feeling hungry and wet. A loud cry was the only noise that came from his mouth.

β€œThere, there.” H cooed to him. She changed his diaper, gave him a bottle and rested him on her bosom. He felt happy, safe and loved again. He looked into her eyes, and all he knew was in those eyes. Love.

Soon he melted into her navel. She breathed slowly while the rejuvenation took place. Years of age began to disappear from her face. Gray hairs turned auburn, wrinkles stretched taut, skin turned vibrant and her body shrunk to a firm stature. H stood in front of the mirror, naked. She smiled.

β€œYou look fabulous!” D shouted to H as she approached the outdoor cafe.

β€œThanks! Love will do that to you.” She said as she flopped into the chair. β€œSorry I’m late, I had to shop for some new clothes.”

β€œNo worries. No one else understands like I do.” D sarcastically noted, while she picked up her baby boy to cuddle him.

Β© Ilex ~ Midwestern Plant Girl