Of course he won't mind
When he finds that he has
A big circus behind.*
Ms. Sneelock reporting in on my big circus behind.
It's a Barnum and Bailey backyard.
Thank heaven for the three ring diversion. This circus puts on a show every evening when I get home after work and spoon-feeding my father's supper. Dad's decline is slow, variable, insistent.
Life in the patio circus is speeding-bullet fast. I transition from letting go at a snail's pace to grabbing on like lightning.
Moving past the tomato cage, it climbed a pepper plant, but kept reaching further. I plunked a garden stake in a pot of basil. The zucchini tendrils grabbed on. Another stake in the marigold pot, and more tendrils grabbed for the glory. Nearly every day, I move a pot into position, add a stake or two, and before I can say, "Ringling Brothers," the tendrils have twined around the stakes. One of these evenings I'll surely spot a trapeze act between the stakes and vines.
© 2011 Nancy L. Ruder