Category: gardening

NaPoWriMo Day 30: Into May

The mayfly’s butt wiggles and those Long trails flip and flash Sitting on my car Early, you’re early I say, You won’t even see May You’ll be gone by this time tomorrow But to you that life is full Rich Fulfilling You’ll do your… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 30: Into May”

NaPoWriMo Day 26: Bee

Oh to be a bee Buzzing happily Fat and fluffy (I’ve got that covered) Getting shit done Sweetness in every job Nectar, pollen, honey Head in the flowers Resting in the sun Flying in a physics-defying manner Goddess-kept and loved A busy, buzzy, bee… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 26: Bee”

NaPoWriMo Day 22: Robin

The robin comes every day now Brown and red Earth and fire Creature of air Sitting serenely on the wicker pot Hopping from fence to tree Looking through the window Head cocked in curiosity I think we all mimic Without realising 3 humans standing… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 22: Robin”

The PF Online Garden!

Come and join us today for videos, games, music and more! All from the comfort and safety of your own home. Plus there will be something new in this event every day until the summer solstice!

In the Garden

Just a few of the things in my garden right now.

NaPoWriMo Day 2: Something Changed

A witch of the wind I’ve always been Smelling out the change in seasons Through the breaths between the words The inhale before each breeze Which leaves a blossom scented stillness Or in autumn, the petrichor of rotting leaves and rain Or in winter,… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 2: Something Changed”

Rose Petals

Drying out rose petals from an almost dead bouquet in a single layer. Once dried, they’ll be kept in an airtight jar or displayed in a pretty bowl- like this one! Can anyone identify the other two flowers already drying out in there?

New Friends

Distracted by the Birds

I often find myself distracted in the kitchen. I’m supposed to be jamming. Making jam, not music. But the pigeons coo, the great tits see-saw whistle, the blue tits chatter and the wrens scold, their huge voices belying their tiny bodies. My feelings war… Continue Reading “Distracted by the Birds”

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