We get it!
We get it – no roosters!
The coops go up,
cuter than cute.
pompons on parade,
stick-legged chicken races
finish photos on Facebook. 116 more words
4 weeks, 1 day ago
Tricia sent me a fabulous poem about the beginning of fall, Clothing My Toes. I couldn’t find just the right image, so she offered this one yesterday, with this note: 275 more words
1 month, 1 week ago
Framing the Garden in Photo and Poetry
Gardeners and photographers have in common a reverence for “frame.” Gardeners prune to get the right view through a bush to another plant, a stone, a gate. 452 more words
1 month, 3 weeks ago
When life comes down to eating slightly white
raspberries, when aging purple ones dry up half
off the drupelets or bird plucked remnants hang… 106 more words
2 months ago
a foolhardy florilegium
I love the early morning when the Sun’s flames lick the sky.
It’s uplifting to the spirit; reminds me I can fly.
And though so much is said and done throughout a brand new day, 13 more words
2 months, 2 weeks ago
giant’s head… 74 more words
2 months, 4 weeks ago
Blueberries: Round on My Mind
You can buy blueberries. I spend a year
growing perfect ones.
Willing cross pollination and begging sun.
Prune dead twigs in March, fertilize… 114 more words
3 months, 2 weeks ago