Category Archives: Flora

Thorn Wall

I know we should have cut the roses back,but somehow fall and winter got awayfrom us, with travel, task, and other lackof time – in fact, the garden looked okay.The door and window projects had their sway,so now the plant … Continue reading

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A Rose Arose

A week ago this blossom greeted me,when I glanced west and set the coffee potto brew my morning drink electrically.Thus urged, I turned to see what I could spoton trellis and beneath the leafing treethat soon will fruit. As usual, … Continue reading

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A Garden Gift

In transit to the compost bin to tossthe morning coffee grounds, it caught my eye:a harbinger of coming spring, a glossof blooming foliage 12 inches high.I planted neither seed nor shoot acrossthat space between 2 bushes. I could tryidentifying this … Continue reading

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The Garden Today

This time of year the garden overgrowsencouraged by the sunlight and the hose.I’m quite content among the green I chose,and former-neighbor gifts of plum and rose.

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Somebody’s Dogwood

If I had space, I’d plant a dogwood treewhere lemons fail to grow, outside my place.Its leaves and blooms would please abundantly,if I had space. But there’s no room for new roots to embrace,and adding shade would block good light … Continue reading

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Wisteria Weird

I understood that the varietywe purchased to replace the flooded vinewould purple-bloom, but every spring I seemore white racemes emerge beneath the spineof limb about to leaf. Adjacentlythe older plant survived and grew, to twinethe trellis flowerless, by experts doomed.But … Continue reading

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Droppings

I dwell beneath some trees, so I have shadebut also droppings from the limb and leaf.Accustomed to the messes birds have madeand squirrels squirt, I don’t feel any grief,but twinges of annoyance can invademy peace. What’s sap or shit is … Continue reading

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Gauge

Regardless of the calendar, I thinkthat spring begins when I hear sprinklers spray.The system’s set to let the garden drink3 times a week, and as of yesterday,its switch is flipped to operate the wayintended: early morning; minutes – 10.If winter’s … Continue reading

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Anticipating Serenity

The one event that’s calendared todayis lunch with a companion dear to me.The weather’s soft and vernal – insects playin blossoms – through my window all I seelooks healthy, clean and stirring in the swayof breeze. Before and after lunch, … Continue reading

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Tree B Gone

I heard the saw before I reached my blockon Saturday, and wondered at the sound.I turned the corner with a little shock,to see big chunks of trunk be brought to ground.I wondered how the tree had looked, leaf-crowned;I never paid … Continue reading

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