We get it!
We get it – no roosters!
The coops go up,
cuter than cute.
Free-rangers strut
pompons on parade,
stick-legged chicken races
finish photos on Facebook. 116 more words
Tags » Green Poetry.
Backyard Chickens
Clothing My Toes
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
Through a Garden Gate
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
August Raspberries
August Raspberries
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
Sunrise
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
Sunflower
Sunflower
Starburst
meteor shower
June drizzle
rainbow
gift wrap
birthday candle
one wish
wind blow
seed sow
wormhole
root raceway
green sprout
bean stalk
giant’s head… 74 more words
Blueberries, Bluetinis, and one Blue Boa
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
