Only twenty bucks,fall planting garlic for sale.Thank you but no thanks.Don’t get me wrong; I love it,olive-oiled jarred, minced for two. Tomato packet said purple, plenty, and dwarf;none of them apply.Instead, dark red, few, and bignow supplement bought bushels. What was I thinkingby not planting zucchinithis perfect growing season?I also skipped sunflowers;chipmunks and birds mystified….
The Oracle Speaks — The Secret Songs of Lichen
An ancient breeze breathes about a sweet berry rock, moist at dawn. Some see more; so listen with lichen Eden’s bucolic peace in secret poetry song. nature magnet kit
Friday Favorite Feature 44 — reflections on a possum carcass
On Wednesday I took at 15+ mile bike ride in Ottawa County on the North Bank, Spoonville, and Idema Explorer Trails. This paved bike path has become my favorite. The weather was just perfect around 3:30pm. 70F, slight breeze, and the trees laid down shade for much of it. On a long stretch with few…
#FF — Four and Twenty (was: The Grass is Greener) (warning: disturbing content)
PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz Four and Twenty Ralph’s smooth features contort through surprise, excitement, and calculation. It’s not a good look on him she thinks. “Don’t worry your pretty head about it, dear.” “Gina, are you sure?” Why did I wait so long to be worshiped by a dumb, sexy God? “I’m sure. Now…
24 SSPC 48 (1st week) Fading Heat (Aug 23 -Sept 6, 2024) Shosho (tanka)
Dark berry border menagerie of beaked joy spoils my appetite; but one conscience rests easy in today’s fresh autumn air. Every year I say I will go out and pick ripe blackberries and raspberries. Every year I might pick a couple on a stroll through the yard. 99+% go to the birds and that’s OK,…
dVerse — Q206 — Royal Sisterhood
Royal Sisterhood In aerial mines of manna, probosces probe goldenrod profusion. Humming along fencelines, tigered she-workers, suspent by unstained glass wings, harvest nuggets in baskets; after, on repeat, they bend for home. When cooling breeze calls tired sisters, beelines converge en route to their royal abode. “Bee and Goldenrod” photo by Ted I am today’s…
The Oracle Speaks — Brother Time’s Caramel Pie
Brother Time’s Caramel Pie Lingered over the window, a child’s heart desires, corduroy belly growling, some delicious caramel pie. Angel magic sails, from fat-fired sacred star, blush that colors morning air — and brother time — with joy as boy devours it. Magnet poem poets kit Reading The Oracle’s offering today, my mind visualizes a…
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