For the Daily Prompt: blush.
For Wordless Wednesday.
Here is a photograph of my book box doors for Norm 2.0’s Thursday Doors. I have a library box and books come in and go out. Everything from textbooks to Dostoevsky to Louisa May Alcott to mysteries and romances.
Sometimes I put coffee out, too, and have my coffee in the yard in the early morning. My daughter wants to know how people will know I am not going to poison them, but if I am out there drinking the coffee, I think they will be reassured.
We have at least 6 Little Free Libraries in town, including one in front of our grade school with lots of kids’ books. Hooray for books and for sharing and exchanging them!
Up very early and in my yard: it turns out that my fence is a help to spiders, setting small webs in each metal square. Each web is a small miracle with the sun shining through it and moving in the breeze.
I stopped driving to work to see these, and another doe and fawn yesterday right in front of my house. The doe was outside the fence and hopped in. I don’t know if a gate is open somewhere or whether she’s raising them in this yard or whether they can hop that fence already too….
A friend said that he observed me for a long time before we got to know each other a little.
I asked what he observed. He said, “Thoughtful, deliberate and shy.”
I started laughing and said I am not shy. But….that is not true. I am guarded all the time with people. Even with him, still.
So what am I guarding and what is shy?
I have a little girl self that is very very shy. Hidden for a very long time. Now I have felt safe enough that she can play. I see her as playing in a wild place. Sun and a forest and a stream and a field. Sometimes it rains. She plays alone in the sun with rocks by the stream or runs in the field or climbs the trees.
I think many people have a small child hurt and hidden. I think it’s common. I think sometimes it’s so well hidden they can’t even reach it.
At any rate, my small child can’t be reached by any sort of force or intimidation. She could only be reached by gentleness. Another small child with daisies and even then, trust would take a long time. At first she would run away and hide. And I don’t think it will happen and I have given up, but I can still love her and protect her. And she is happy in her wild place, lonely sometimes, but happy.
Every time I see the pink soft romantic roses in my front yard I laugh, because those roses are for that little girl part, shy and romantic. She feels safe enough to have a fence and roses.
the photo is from my front yard and the rose is Betty Boop