“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan


yesterday's truth is so yesterday

this morning's turtle under the fig tree makes me feel i should change this image.
it was yesterday's truth.

i'd stood in my mother's back yard under rain empty skies and cried,
the fig tree especially breaking my heart.
half the leaves gone bright yellow.
many brown and curled,
many on the ground below.

yesterday's truth felt hopeless and dry.

but then, that turtle. 
this morning.

alive, alive, oh, muddying its turtle toes in tiny ponds 'neath the tree;
i'd soaked it all night,
- the tree, not the turtle -
and the ground was grateful with squishiness,
the turtle a golden morning color.

the fig leaves smelled like heaven.



  1. that turtle is hope come by for a visit. always, just when you need it most. xoxo

  2. on the way back to my house, i was behind a jeep with a stylized turtle window decal thingy - it looked native american. i'm not sure what it meant, but i was stopped at the light, staring at this turtle, and it felt like more hope. :)

  3. I love this for your precious fig tree & for the blissful turtle, but also for the reminder to water ourselves deeply, overnight, in whatever way we need to.
    May all of our yellow curled edges smell sweet & verdant soon...

  4. your words painted a beautiful picture as they told a much deeper truth.

  5. Those little signs to lift us up when we need it most.

  6. I love how yesterday's truth is no longer today's at least as far as the fig tree leaf goes...
    You made this turtle so happy! I know she's going to make you happy too :-)

  7. i am dry as well .. you are an angel to drip the hose ..for the tree and a surprised turtle

  8. True grit is making a decision and standing by it,doing what must be done.


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  9. I seem to remember another turtle that came to visit you not too long ago? They must be watching over you... how delightful to find them in your yard. I only see them in park ponds. It's not quite the same.


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