found irises while
looking for daylilies
Yesterday I saw something that made me really happy! One of my surprise lilies finally bloomed! I barely watered my flowerbed this year, usually, I soak it 4 times a week. Maybe I have been overwatering some of my flowers?? The pink “naked lady” or “surprise lily” is not pictured. I thought they bloomed at the start of summer, but I guess I got a late bloomer! Also, daylilies and irises are two different flowers.
the tart taste of summer
tall girl child
Today’s prompt is “nature” but something unique to your region. I tried and tried to think of something but couldn’t think of anything that was worthy of a haiku. So I wrote about my family picking fresh produce in our own gardens and how many of us are redheads.
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returning to joy
deadheading brings twice the blooms
guiding my flowers
Today’s prompt was “returning to”. I am consciously trying to be joyful and joy-filled this year. I also try to get two blooms out of my flowers when I can.
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a cluster of weeds
at the edges of spaces
I thought I had cleared
I hope your week is short and awesome. Happy Thanksgiving everyone, in case you don’t hear from me until after. This may be my only post for this week.
my black shoes
covered in black dirt
my black mood gone
Gardening or pruning my trees always makes me feel better. It also inspires my poetry, and sometimes I hear from God when working with my flowers. What happens to you when you work in the garden or flowerbed?
putting my hands
in black wet messy dirt
is better than putting
my heart in the public’s hands
where they can grind it to dust
I wrote this for a prompt I saw on Twitter. I think it is pretty self-explanatory. Gardening is therapeutic. I really suggest that everyone try it. You can get a small container and try something easy.
Speaking of putting your heart in the public’s hands: I helped a friend get started blogging! She started a blog last week and she has some posts up at Deb’s Bees and Berries. I think that blogging is good for a person’s soul. I think that it is an excellent way to express yourself and examine your life. She is going to write about her adventures in farming strawberries and owning a hive of bees. Please stop by and give her some encouragement, it would mean so much to me.
in their first year
hollyhocks look novel
waiting for this spring
So many things look small or insignificant in their first year. Do you have any plants that take a year or more to mature?
Once again, today’s challenge was hard for me. I wanted to stick to a theme this year by writing a tanka or a cinquain every day, but I have had to use haiku a few times. Since today we are supposed to start by picking a title, I cannot do a haiku because haiku do not have titles. Tanka and cinquain are supposed to have a one-word title that acts as a 6th line. But today I am not feeling the free verse, so I am going to write a tanka with a long title. What do you think?
My flowerbed, the stress reliever.
when problems pop up
jump into the flowerbed
rip up weeds until
the stress of today’s problem
is buried beneath the dirt
the saplings have to
be pruned, the flowers need to
be weeded and thinned
by the gardener, the only
authority known by them
Here is my poem for day 19 of the PAD Challenge. It had to be about authority. Did you write for day 19?
as winter crept her way
she stood firm throwing down mulch
determined to keep her plants safe
What are you doing to prepare for the winter season?
Here are some pictures of flowers that I have taken and thought were interesting.
I always think about the circle of life when I see an old dead bloom next to a full bloom, and when I see a bud next to a full bloom.
One leaf is left. One leaf without snow on it.
One bud is ahead of the rest.
A few blooms left on the moss rose.
One tree stands out
because it has changed ahead of time.
Not Yet Dead
Marigolds encased in ice. Time stands still for the seeds inside.
This was the picture that I have been wanting to use for a while, and I haven’t written a poem that really went with it.
There is a little bud next to the full bloom.