Gardening
There is no pleasure quite likethe deep transport of satisfaction,spade in hand, digging into thechocolate loam of fertile soil,absorbing the fragrance of itsmoist promise, inserting animmature tree, a shrub to flowerin its time, vines to entanglethemselves on fence and trellis,root clumps to be divided andannual blooms to take their placeamongst stalwart perennial bloomers.The season delightfully punctuatedby growth spurts reflecting thetransformation that sun and rainaccomplish, apprentices to nature.
Thursday, July 26, 2012
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Poetry
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