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Disconnections: August 14.18

Zinnias in tatters

petals all strewn

who done the deed?

what marauding poltroon?

When I glimpsed the bright sneak

I recanted my whine

my old friends have found me!

the garden’s more mine.

 

Please pardon the slight haze, dear reader. I had to nab this shot through the window.


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Disconnections: June 29.18

My first-ever hydrangea

glows like dawn

with bashful blush

old-timey charm,

a stranger to me

and I to it

each to the other

enigmatic.

The first year is cautious

not my garden yet

we come to acquaintance

in slow etiquette:

gardeners must

deliberate

while gardens the gardener

cultivate.

 


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Connections: May 6.18

My trowel went limp

my heart flip-flopped

I couldn’t move

was stone-cold stopped.

My gardener’s breath

was stuck mid-throat

at dazzling shock

in shady cote.

If breath-taking beauty

can be perfected

it’s when it happens

unexpected.

 

 

Yes, dear reader, another amazement in Someone Else’s Garden! First the lemon-butter narcissus, and now these snowy petals with the blackberry stain. I’ve never even seen a tree peony before, and now I actually have one! (And I didn’t know how much I have food on my mind.)

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