Category Archives: flowers

Spring is Sprung

Finally. Spring is here, a month late. I’m going to be in the garden as much as possible for the next week. Weeds are running rampant and I want to get the veggie garden in. So much to do, but … Continue reading

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3 Grass Haiku

Sun and wind have begun to dry wild grasses along the hedgerows and roadsides, in the woods. Hay has been cut, baled, and stored; a second, or even a third, cut is possible … dry grass bends under the wind … Continue reading

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Riding Again

Can anything be more fun that free-wheeling down a hill, sun shining, dandelions and Queen Anne’s Lace on the banks, trees bending, until … A RIDING AGAIN my jacket                              … Continue reading

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Lavender haiku

I dry lavender to stash with linen, make lavender jelly, put lavender in baking, use its oil on my pillow for a good night’s sleep … It not only smells lovely, lavender is useful for so many things … A … Continue reading

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Dandelion Visions

They’re golden stars in verges, fields, lawns, along hedgerows. Gardeners pour vinegar on them to kill the roots, dig them up, use them to make wine, or toss into salads. They’re a delight to the eye in spring … A … Continue reading

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Comes Spring

There’s all the beauty of Spring, clear blue skies, brilliant flowers that we’ve longed to see, and then there’s the other side. We become aware, at least I do, of the half-hidden litter by roadsides, fences forgotten over winter  … … Continue reading

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How do I Answer the Rain?

  Rain. It comes walloping down by the bucketful, or sifts through the air as a gentle damp. Rain drips from the eaves, gets down my neck, fogs my glasses. But it’s good for reservoirs and gardens … HOW DO … Continue reading

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