For every childvowed to be the calyxto cradle each budding soulwith a tender heart But I am imperfectideals devolvingin the face of losscross unbearable Tend my own garden nowrecognizing the powerof example overridingoppression of control. (Image my own)
Concrete is cold, imposingdoes nothing for aesthetics At least we’re protected,I tell the littles, ignoring Snot dripping, slimeoozing from unsealedwindowsills, cobwebsand bits of shedding pink It’s the best I can do:four walls and a roof. Except the ceilingis bulging, mold and rotcertain to rain down on us While upstairs, the manignores the leaks, luxuriatesin his […]
Erasing the past –collecting ash with chopsticks –infertile practiceembrace, learn, and recreatewe are clay – artist’s magic.
Another beautiful, vibrant photo!
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Thank you!
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Our 1st freeze arrives tonight – we’ve been out moving various plants into the enclosed porch – saying goodbye to the zillion zinnia blooms!
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Is that what this is? A zinnia? I don’t know my flowers. Have to rely on Ric. Was pretty impressed that this bloom is hanging in despite the snow we’ve had.
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No, your image is not a zinnia … I think Ric is right – dahlia.
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Phew, lol. I worry about any flowers in my care.
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