Dame’s Rocket

That's the name of the most beautiful sweet scented flower that bloomed free in the back yard of my old house. Not short it grows vertical almost overnight well I probably didn't notice while I was chasing babies in that century home. My habit is to pull weeds that could be goldenrod I have friends…

Sure

My art has been in my head more than in my hands these days Grabbing a handful of kentucky bluegrass winding through the stick trellis I notice a vine that meanders into the green with red veins The urge to pull falters as I cultivate another found plant for my ever expanding cottage garden Of…

Exhausted

I write with one arm underneath the keyboard, too lazy to get a hot water bottle for my sore wrist. The heat penetrates to the aching bones it feels good to rest without a toddler a teen toddler and a brooding young man. Life being what it is becomes a hassle not worth discussing. I…

The tumultuous container: Response to one line of http://www.platosgroove.com/?p=1487

"It’s hard to breathe there under that weight, in the stillness, in the dark" says Platosgroove. http://www.platosgroove.com/?p=1487 The tumultuous container Dive in to the powdery pieces of perfection the worms have played there with beetles and grubs and red legged spiders not to forget the little ants who created villages of great economy under the…

Memorial Day Update

Once My child through a wobbler (massive tantrum) yesterday afternoon and dropped a bed on my foot (I think it is fractured,) he settled down and while gardening he found my missing gladiola bulbs. Must I SCREAM bi-polar from the rooftops. They don't like to diagnose children before they are 18 though he is cycling…

Gardens and neighbors and sedum, oh my! (Long)

Later on in the evening, I got to do some gardening with girly in tow "mam-mam-mam-mam-mam- meow, m-ow, m-ow," she said to the neighbor's cats. I explained to my bear how you find the red sworl leaves of the hosta plants. "Pull back the tall stalks gently and you'll see the red, sometimes green leaf…

hands in mud

Hands in the mud Feel good Rebirth of the season, seedlings sprouting and all that new dirt smell. Friday, I spent an evening gardening with girly until it got dark. Muddy hands wiped on cool grass remind me of being a child trying to clean up when called inside for dinner. The dresses were muddy…