About a year ago I met someone in chat while we were watching streaming Toho monster movies. He has become a dear friend. This year we never would have survived without the help of friends, most notably a couple we met years ago over tabletop games. This is for all the friends who saved us. Thank you.

Almost 60 years ago I grew up in a house in a bright shiny new suburb where every single house had a mimosa tree in the front yard - but mine! We had a Pin Oak tree. It was an awesome tree though. But I remember the beautiful, delicate pink flowers of the mimosa. They were also great trees for climbing! I never see Mimosa trees anywhere anymore. I suppose they are politically incorrect these days for one reason or another. But they certainly made our little suburb bright and pretty for a few months every year. Thanks to Wikimedia Commons for this photo: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Albizia_julibrissin_flower.jpg

It is a beautiful Sunday afternoon. Yesterday I had a list of todos as long as your arm, but most of them were small and I got them done. Came home, grabbed brooms and rags and cleaners and went to work again. Because the weather is odd here I usually end up doing a fall cleaning as well as or instead of a spring cleaning. Today I have NOTHING TO DO. I could relax. I hope you can, too.

As usual the note will be longer than the haiku poem. I opened my daily haiku journal and here was this little missive - very timely as we are actually receiving a little rain today. It always seems like such a miracle here, every drop precious. It's hard to believe that Las Vegas translates to The Meadows. When the first Spanish settlers arrived in the vegas valley they found a huge, flat wetland. The Native Americans had known about it for years, of course, and visited for the fishing and hunting. Then we drained it, made it a desert, and put casinos in it. Now the city pays people to rip out their grass and trees - claiming this will save water. It also makes the city even hotter. Well, they didn't ask me for my opinion. I notice, though, that the rich still have lawns, and the golf courses - and cemetaries - are still nice and green.

Another note that is longer than the haiku. LOL. FriYAY. We survived another week. One day at a time right now. One day at a time. We have a roof over our head, our little car to get him to the doctors and treatments, gas, some food. A few close people who help so much. Together, we will make it through. Blessedbe Thanks to Wikimedia Commons for the photo and credit to Basile Morin, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons

Haiku and cats somehow just go together, don't they? This is the first haiku Mr. Tibbs inspired. Not the last.

Present moment haiku. Come on in... The rhymin's fine Haiku doesn't have enough words to make the form happy. The summary is longer than the note

A wistful little haiku about friends on this full moon Moonday (Monday) As usual, the summary is required to be longer than the poem itself. And it is sticking on a title that is not the title I have here in the form. It is only my second day here...