Early in the morning, raindrops on fresh cut grass tickled her feet. She stopped a moment to listen to her friends chirp ‘bon matin’. Spade in one hand, box of marigolds in the other, she reached her vegetable garden. Kneeling at the edge, she set the spade aside. No need for metal when the earth was still loose and wet. Digging bare hands in the rich soil, the feel on her fingers made her feel alive; the earthy scents of soil, clay and last night’s drizzle awakened her sense of being. She planted the marigolds outlining the entire garden and got a whiff of the pungent, musky scent, pleasing to humans yet, repugnant to insects.
morning drizzle
oozes pleasant scents
petrichor
alluring scents,
insects run away
marigolds
© Tournesol ’15
CP Time Machine, ‘perfume’
I love the painting you made with your words here. Beautiful.
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thanks so much, Greg, and for visiting my blog:)
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The intricate detail is very tactile. You made us really feel what she was doing, and your haiku brought in the fragrances – very nicely done..
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Thanks, Hamish, it was a great prompt:)
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alluring to whom? I run away with the insects 🙂
Love the new word you taught me.
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I don’t find their scent alluring either but that is how it is described in flower websites…I find they stink…maybe I’m an insect!
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Mmmm…. call me weird but I love the smell of marigolds. More for happy memories than for the actual marigold scent perhaps. Lovely sensory details here 🙂
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Yep, the memories indeed, they do remind me of wonderful family summers and marigolds were still lovely when school started for the kids…first day of school photos…ahhh, yes, the memories:)
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