Loose Leaf Notes

I’m already mourning my tulips this year, since the chickens ate all but one bloom down to the ground.  I put a lawn chair around the last lonely one, hoping it will act like a fence. _____________Shadow Shot Sunday

Last weekend our neighbors, Dennis and Suzi, invited Joe and I to attend a wildflower walk on their property.  It was a gathering of a local Organic Gardening and Wild Foods group. It was a nice day and organic gardeners, foragers and others came out of the woodwork.  About 40 people attended, including a couple […]

1. When Margaret Hatcher died on Monday some Twitter users thought Cher had died because a Twitter message read #NowThatcher’sDead – Now Thatcher’s Dead – and some read it as #NowThatCher’sDead. 2. That reminds me of the time a friend of mine had a T-shirt on that said “Hug therapist” but I read it as […]

I Revelry Shrill daffodil Bright yellow yell A trumpet for tight-lipped tulips II Flower Power My house loves butter It glows in spring with forsythia With thousands of lampshades dangling yellow Bright bulbs illuminate April III Sloshed Spring sky weeps into overwhelmed puddles Hooded jonquils huddle like drunks at a bar _______________dVerse Poet’s Pub

“I had fun,” one of the women in my dialogue circle said at the end of our monthly gathering. “Me too,” I nodded.  “That’s just how weird I am. This is my kind of fun.” We all laughed, knowing that we had just shared some innermost thoughts and that much of our talk was emotional […]

Aka: Don’t pop my bubble.    Shadow Shot Sunday

I was wrong last week when I titled a blog entry Last Chance to Post Pictures of Snow.  I was premature when I took the photo of the red-breasted nuthatch on icy tree branches down from my Facebook Timeline header and replaced it with bright spring flowers. The snowfall yesterday caught everyone off guard.  I was […]

1. I don’t like to live anywhere where I can watch people come and go from my window, but I don’t seem to mind watching the birds at the bird feeder do the same. 2. I was a little thrown last week when so many of my Facebook friends posted a red square – with […]

I told my friend Katherine that I’d bring flowers to our neighborhood Poet Tea for Easter brunch, but my purple crocus was too short-stemmed and my daffodils hadn’t opened up yet.  I considered buying an Easter lily at the grocery store.  I grew up having lilies at Easter time, and they smell so good.  But […]

I’m born again in spring I rise from wood stove ashes Absolved by the blessings of flower bulbs in bloom Saved by the praise of birdsong