Category Archives: Flora

Like Dogwood

I notice Berkeley dogwoods every year,when they put forth their multitudes of bloom.My brother said they cannot flourish here(our air’s too damp, there’s insufficient roomfor roots to find the needed pedosphere),but I don’t see impending any doom.Today I aim to … Continue reading

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Pruned

Chaotic as that photograph appears,my gard’ner spent last week almost a dayengaged with rake and bucket, broom and shears,and filled two bins with what he cleared away.A neighbor planned and planted it ten yearsago, and now the yard’s a lush … Continue reading

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A Happy Text

I’m pleased to read a message from the manwho comes when he has time and when I needsome garden help. I tend it as I can,but lack the tools and heart to prune and weedas much as necessary. Bushes seedabundantly … Continue reading

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Some Minutes Before Sunrise

Inspired by the outside solar light,still on at 5 am, amid tall weeds,and knowing I’d the cart to haul, despiteagreement with the neighbors, what succeedsis topping off the compost bin with seedsand stems and leaves of rangy volunteers,and wheeling to … Continue reading

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Presentation

Cut flowers haven’t charmed me for a while;they seem an offering that’s bound to die.Perhaps it’s how she lifted them – that smileof affection, toddler-voicing “hi,”but I was glad to take them into mysmall place. I may be entering a … Continue reading

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Lush

Abundant as the garden is right now,some pruning will be necessary soon.I love the look but thought I’d need a plowto get from gate to door this afternoon.I don’t want a machete – that’s not howto remedy this glut of … Continue reading

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Florassortment

Wisteria compressed by tarpish shade,and every year delayed by trees that stealthe sun, is budding now. And what’s displayedare blossoms in two colors. Purple’s realand white is genuine, for something madea plant bear both, or maybe set to healin time … Continue reading

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Immaturity

The buds are obviously immature,containing promises of heavy weight.Their petals tight as onion skin are sureto grow apart, send perfume toward the gate,and lose deep pink for solid yellow lureto bees and butterflies – such is their fate.Their growth is … Continue reading

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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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