The joy of knowing

I think today I understand the meaning of The Good bad and the ugly , not all of it, but I have made peace with the good and bad, need more enlightenment on spotting the ugly. The fun and fat of Mayonnaise.

Why we need flowers?

Few days ago while leaving the apartment for work, I looked at a tree in the yard and wondered what it was. Today while running errands of tugging the grocery in, amidst a zigzag of branches I spotted lavender flowers and now I know the tree is jacaranda.

My visits to grandparents village had a lot of colour in them with Lucky nut flowers. I can now see why they are called Yellow Oleander. The leaf structure is same. But the lucky nuts leaves are fresh green.

Trees and shrubs for the southwest: woody plants for arid gardens. Mary Irish

More claims

A man used a stick to urge him forward on a skateboard instead of his foot. This is paddle skateboarding. The stick was stuck into a tennis ball.
A kid whose steps were balancing the heavy box he was carrying. I peeped a little to find a pet pup in it.
A dog with a pig snout.

Fate of my hear phones

Does any one know of foot resistant ear phones? I thought the last time I ill treated ear phones was smashing one of it under my heavy heels, not intentionally and not my fault too if the slender wire wants to dangle and touch the core magnet earth.
Not believing the chipped ear phone I have now, takes me back to yesterday's what seemed like a little over benign brush with it. My bare heel spelled doom on it.

Claims

of American coots over the lake as never before
of a kid on a table closest to him, his mini lunch case and father in tow
of two kids on their mini bikes as the father walks
of bikers on unpaved transverse paths
of a great blue heron on a rental boat
of a man fishing with two rods
of two girls on a magazine at a coffee shop while the father orders

How to appreciate poetry

Things I woud like to remember when I read the next poem:

Charles Simic - Poems are other people's snaphots in which we recognize ourselves.
Donald Hall - Literature starts being personal but the deeper we go inside the more we become everybody.
Literature is human inside talking to human inside.
Shakespeare - The truest poetry is he most feigning.
Oscar Wilde - Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell the truth
Ted Hughes - Perhaps its the need to keep it hidden that .. makes it poetry

Alone with all that could Happen, David Jauss

Animal world

Ringed seal
Ribbon seal