Monday, July 03, 2023
Bursting from the earth...
I asked for poems about what's growing, and you all delivered!
Thanks for this one, Mom:
Seeds for tomatoes
were planted late, but I see
five blossoms. Hooray!
were planted late, but I see
five blossoms. Hooray!
And this poet seems justifiably aggrieved (plus, "snarled" is the perfect word):
Growing, thriving. When --
"Sunflowers?! Ha! In your dreams!"
Snarled the squirrel.
"Sunflowers?! Ha! In your dreams!"
Snarled the squirrel.
Desiree knows a thing or two about plants (but shouldn't live in MN):
Okra demands warm
ground and so do I. We both
thrive in the summer.
ground and so do I. We both
thrive in the summer.
As does Christine (and this is one of my favorite poems you have written):
Bee balm standing tall
Hummingbirds dart amongst the
Pollen laden blooms.
Hummingbirds dart amongst the
Pollen laden blooms.
And Jill Scoggins (who's teaching me about new plants):
house. Catawba, loosestrife, mock
orange blooms surprised me.
