January 15, 2009
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Taking the state highway toward West, turning right on the street that leads to my house, if I go straight for about ΒΌ mile I will be home. But if I turn left abruptly instead of going straight I will be on a narrow, full of holes, gravel road that leads to a cul-de-sac. Going for a short distance, about a hundred yards I will come to a bamboo grove. I guess in the beginning the owner of the house next to the bamboo grove planted just a few bamboos but they grew faster and stronger the native vegetation. Now they grow into a grove very thick and wildly. They expand into the lawn and cover the trail that can be used as a short cut into another neighborhood. No one can believe that next to the state highway there is a bamboo grove. It maybe a pain for the house owner to try to stop the bamboo invasion, however it is a joy for me when I accidentally discover this place.
Last Sunday, when snow still covered the ground, I came to visit the grove, knowing I would see a beautiful scene. Snow was still on bamboo leaves heavy enough to make branches bend. In light wind they swayed gracefully. While other trees around frozen with dead color of black, dark brown, gray and the ground white without sign of life, the bamboos were lush green and cheerful with fresh leaves that looked like thousands of jade pieces dangling and almost sweeping the snowy ground. I wished I could write a poem. Poor me, I had no creative juice in my vein. When the sun came out, the light shone on a few drops on the bamboo leaves I could see a tiny rainbow on a drop. A sad person may see these droplets as tear. A happy person may see them as pearls. I see the beauty but have no words to compare or describe. Perhaps,
A droplet on a bamboo leaf,
thought it was born,
a better position
than the snow on the ground.
It did not know
when the sun burn bright,
it would turn to a drop of water,
fall to the ground and
and become the same as others.
Comments (11)
the picture is beautiful, and so are the 1 painted by your words. u do have creative juice flowing through your veins.
Beautiful. I used to live amongst bamboos, and you inspire me to dig out an old poem. Thank you for sharing!
Wow…. not only for the beautiful photo, and the stamina of the green alive growth against a hibernating earth
But wow for a lovely piece of prose and then a very juicy and creative piece of poetry. Never ever speak badly about the writing ability of author of this blog again!
Beautiful entry today.
very interesting. picture is very pretty chi. i have always thought bamboo can only grow in tropical hot climate…not sure why. the small bamboo grow like weeds… they cracked concrete and fence at my old house.
I think you captured it perfectly, both with picture and words. I love bamboo groves, never really seen it in the snow until now (through your eyes!)
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Thank you very much for your kindness toward my humble words.
I been so busy with work so haven’t had time to do anything else. On the weekend i just want nothing to do with computer and just want to spend time w/ em be. he’s not em be anymore tho. 2.5 yrs old already and starting to say his abc. I got off work early yesterday so i hop on to read some posts
An older man I took care of had a bamboo grove. It was black bamboo. So very beautiful. Love the words and the photos. Judi
I like Kate Forsyth as an author but I liked this series better than say the Witches of Eileanan Judi
Nice entry. Well done!