Haiku

My Guilty Pleasure

Watering the plants and myself

indulge in sprinkles

plants wither away without

pink evaporates

It’s been hot this week. I have found that I enjoy watering the garden. There’s a silent and raw satisfaction in enabling the plants, trees, and flowers to grow. It might rain at night, according to the weather prediction. It has been wrong every single day so far. So, I water the plants in the morning. I am more than content to watch the droplets of water shining on the leaves.

Today, I was sure it was going to rain. A small storm might even visit us. I held myself back this morning.

My parents-in-law stopped by today. Again, it has been too long since they visited. While I prepared dinner, I poured them a glass of chilly pink port to enjoy under the shade.

Alcohol, my nemesis. My friend. I don't drink too much, but I am sure my belly would be a lot smaller without it. But chilled port? It’s wonderful stuff. I love the taste of it. I have never felt the need for a refill after finishing a small glass. It’s the right amount of guilty pleasure.

After preparing the rainbow trout, I joined them. There is nothing better than drinking the pink nectar in the company of good people. It’s my ambrosia to the plants' water.

There was no storm. I cleared the table while it rained. Big drops of cold water watered the garden. One of my bushes stopped blooming today. There were hardly any pink flowers left. Maybe it will bloom again. I was glad the plants got what they deserved.

This is my entry to the Friday prompt of Promptastic June Week 1 in Know Thyself, Heal Thyself: Inhibiting the communion & playful interaction with the Universe.

Although I love haiku, I prefer tanka nowadays. But haiku feel cold. I felt it’s form suited this prompt better. I am more than happy how it turned out. As always, let me know how you feel about it. Thanks for reading!