When the goldenrod begins to bloomand the hummingbird trafficincreasesthe sunmoves over just a little morein the skyand the sugar maples start boldly in toblushwhen yellow-jackets take a keen interestin each and every movementand apples begin a slightrosy-ing up one hesitates…
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Today in recognitionof the mighty thistle I am currently carrying with me,on theinsidea ba-a-a-a-ad mooda prickly sort of crustthat I can feel, tightin my jawinternally, from about the ribcageuplike a potabout to boil over warning flares have been sentmostly to…
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August in the garden feelslikeluxurythere is a sort of graciouseaseto itwhere nothing needs to betendedbothered or fussed aboutthe growers have grownthe bloomers havebloomedsome already faded and gonesome stillshinetadpoles become toadsbaby birds have well since flownthe nestandbutterflies abound this week I…
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One of my very favourite times of the morning,sitting outside by the pond,coffee and conversational ‘catch-up’with my lovewatch one single puff of whitesail slowly across a pale blue skyquite contentedly sinkdeepinto the pagesof arather wonderfulbookjust as the sun rises high…
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