Rhyme

The word prompt for my fiber postcard group this month is "rhyme". I had a plan for this piece that went awry. I started out with a haiku by Basho, a 17th century Japanese poet:

How reluctantly
the bee emerges from the deep
within the peony

then it drifted into a pun, 2 bee, my bee turned out to be a wasp, and there's no rhyme in sight. I guess that's the way it goes sometimes. I like it anyway.

Today's incongruity: shoveling three inches of snow in the pouring rain. I'm talking cats and dogs, literal buckets of rain. I couldn't have been more wet if I had taken a shower fully clothed. The driveway's clear though. Gotta love February.