The garden is the poor man’s apothecary. ~German proverb
Patch of wildflowers
nothing to grow
from this free packet
of seeds someone sent me.
I’d planted free seeds before
and not a single thing came up —
not one weed, no grasses, no flowers.
Blessed is she who expects nothing, right?
Imagine my surprise when I saw these
new beauties popping through the black soil!
First the leaves, followed by flowers —
one pink, one white, one orange —
and there are more to come,
judging by the buds.
Note: This poetic form is a Double Etheree.
Now you’re talking — this is way better than all those scary booms!!
Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers, where I can walk undisturbed… ~Walt Whitman, American poet and father of free verse
Caring for roses
Is not for the faint of heart
True beauty, the result
A mom’s hug lasts long after she lets go. ~Author unknown
Azalea in bloom
the rehab place
in time for her to
celebrate Mother’s Day.
All moms are a blessing and
shouldn’t have to be apart from
loved ones on this special occasion.
Happy Mother’s Day from my house to yours!
Note: Poetic form is Etheree.
Spring is sooner recognized by plants than by men. ~Chinese proverb
Once again, I apologize for being AWOL from my blog, but things have become so hectic that I find myself coming and going in circles!
A nap on a warm day, in the shade, with a breeze, is one of the great pleasures of being. ~Terri Guillemets, American quotation anthologist
Nice nap on
A winter’s day
Nestled in the crook
Of a big maple tree
With the warm sun on my back
And a gentle breeze in my face
And no barking dogs to annoy me
A squirrel’s life is the best life for me!
Note: This form of poetry is called Etheree.
Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories. ~An Affair to Remember, 1957, screenplay by Delmer Daves, Leo McCarey, and Donald Ogden Stewart
The weather experts said we got 11.5 inches of snow over Presidents’ Day weekend.
And, with temperatures not expected to reach 32 degrees until at least Sunday, it’s going to stick around a while.
So I decided to share some of it with you here (sorry I can’t scoop up a few inches and ship it to those of you who want some for reals!)
Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmastime. ~Laura Ingalls Wilder, American writer
To be a child at Christmastime!
To once again behold this world
With awe. And joy. And hope. And love.
Or to be an adult at Christmastime!
Shopping for gifts and wrapping them, too.
Cooking the meal, cleaning up, and sneaking a nap.
Or to be a bush at Christmastime!
Covered in white, listening to the universe.
Perhaps shivering a bit under the snow.
Note: Whatever your role this holiday season, I wish you and yours a most blessed Christmas, with a happy and healthy 2021 to come! I’m taking a wee blogging break — back soon.
If you would know strength and patience, welcome the company of trees. ~Hal Borland, American author
I woke up to snow on Wednesday morning!