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Liberty Molested

I created this collage after Roe v. Wade was overturned. Things have gotten so much worse since then. light’s blaze must melt ice while dreaming of heads rolling thoughts congeal with blood

Mid-June, while doing a plant check around the yard, I found Miss Toad hunkered down amongst the new prickly pear cacti. She stayed there for a number of days, but now she is gone. I think she chose a dangerous but safe place to rest. I wonder where she is now? soft and warty cool…

dVerse — Haibun Monday — Late (for) Cherry Blossoms (update with this week’s pic)

Last year we were able to see cherry trees blooming at the gardens for the first time post-Covid lockdown. There are two areas where they are grouped. One is a small orchard where they share space with boulders engraved with what they’ve chosen as words of wisdom. The other is a cherry tree promenade, first…

A2Z 2025 — Day 3 Cottonwood Catkins and Cosmos

Cottonwood Catkins There were no cottonwood trees growing here when we moved here in 2011. We had some of what we thought were sycamore trees in pots and planted them. Both turned out to be cottonwood. They’ve grown very quickly. This pic was taken on 032925, where the catkins are out. Some people don’t like…

A2Z 2025 — Day 2 — Blackberries and Bluebirds

Blackberries Along the yard and out in the back there are hundreds of blackberry bushes and thousands of berries that grow and ripen on them. They grow on their own and can be severely pruned but come right back. The pathways have to be cleared of them regularly or the paths become unpassable. I usually…

A2Z 2025 — Day 1 — Angel and Arborvitae

Angel I saw the angel at the garden shop and knew I wanted her in the yard. Made of concrete, I needed help loading her into the trunk of the car. Underestimating her weight and overestimating my strength, when I lifted her off of the wheelbarrow? wagon? to set on the back patio, I dropped…

dVerse — Haibun Monday — March Madness

“Night of the Crescent Moon” by Zana Brown March MadnessIt’s the season when skin flakes and bones ache. When one is cast away in a sea of snow and watery grey. It’s the season when moon pares to silver arc. A time when one slings mad hope at it with lasso’s faded memory of summer’s…