Monday, August 21, 2017

Bloom Where Planted Monday Musing

On our morning walks in the neighborhoood many a beautiful flower catches the eye of my dog and I. Well, maybe Valentino's nose!

This particular flowering bush, planted at the edge of a gravel parking place, seems to always say "bloom where planted" to me. But then I begin thinking of how my dog and I blossom just fine as a transplanted pair.

Inspirational Monday Musing


Capturing my dog Valentino standing before these beautiful flowers I just had to pen a poem in Haiku to go along with the picture. But of course, the picture poem then became one of our Dog Days of the Week from Dog Pawsitive Tidbits.

Blooming where planted
Beauty cultivated, or—
Blossoming transplant.
©Ruth Cox

Oh! If you know what this flower is, please let me know, for I haven't a clue. Thank you!

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Wednesday, August 16, 2017

First Day of First Grade Fib Poem


Father and son embarked on an educational journey today. My grandson went back to school, no longer in kindergarten—Liam is now in first grade!

Father and Son, William and Liam, First Day of First Grade
I am ever so proud of my son William for the father he is to his son and could not help but tear up a bit as I reminisced my son's first day of first grade and the education we were both about to receive. Schooling (in my opinion) is not just for the children, it is for the parents too. Together, kids and their moms and dads learn a lot of lessons, including but not limited to reading, writing, and arithmetic.

So it shall be for my son and his son. Together they will get their education. Together, they will learn many lessons about life and living, as well as the three R's of schooling during the first through the twelfth grade.




I penned a Fib poem for this educational occasion.

Education


First
grade
First day
of schooling
First through the twelfth grade—
Father and son education.
©Ruth Cox


I wish my boys well on this, their first day of first grade!



Hey 1st grade teacher: Ready or not, here comes Liam!




 


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Saturday, July 2, 2016

Ruthless Ruthful I Am

A year ago today I penned a poem in an attempt to share my thoughts of who I felt I was on that day. I look back across this past year and can truthfully say I no longer feel this way and am quite happy with the Ruth that I am today.

Before continuing, read my "Ruth I Am" poem of then.

Now, the Ruth I am continuously becoming is ruth less as well as ruth full...

My days are filled with joy and sorrow... as it should be. These are both living things, the fruitfulness of life. Without a bit of rotten fruit I would not appreciate the fresh and friendly fruits of my life. Believe me, they are plentiful!

Ruthless, for instance, is my new nickname from a coworker at my new job. One of my favorite fellows gave me the name just a few days into the job, for a truly ruthless comment I made to another coworker in his presence. Yep, I earned it and it stuck!

Ruthful is who I always am... tenderhearted, compassionate, and sorrowful, as well as rueful, feeling remorse for the misdeeds of my life. Yes, even a few of the ruthless ones, ha!

Speaking the truth of Ruth... I am ruthless in my mission to dig deep roots for myself and the current love of my life -- my dog Valentino.

Ruth I was born and I shall always be ... Ruth I am!