Hey! There's a World Out There!

I've had enough flowers to last me the rest of the month. It's Friday, time for a brief poem and a breath of fresh air: views of the countryside from a ride we took a while back. Above, the scene from the window space of an old garage we came across. Below, its workbench, looking nothing like mine at home. It's much cleaner than mine.

And the garage itself in situ:

Next, a weedy young vineyard marches up to a hill.

Now, a quick commercial break for a poem in exactly 55 words, including the title, so I take part in Mr. Knowitall's Friday Flash 55 festivities. I wrote it while taking a break on Tuesday from the slavery of all those flowers I've been drowning in the past two weeks (see posts below if you've missed the drama).

Cat, Lying on Hassock

Look, Mom, how I fit
between your legs, how
my front paws play
the piano of your toes
and the snake of my tail
flows slowly up your thigh.
Let me soothe your feet
with the rake of my teeth.
Let the work
go mind itself.
It only seems to call.

(This would be the cat in question, Kate, a lazy soul if ever I saw one:)

And finally, a parting shot of the western hills as we head home again.

So go visit Mr. Knowitall for more brief breaths of fresh air.