BluegrassPoet
- The quail sez "BobWhite!" from our back-lane Eden as BGPoet drives off to her Wildacres Workshop--is this how this thing works?-Poppysmatusabout 20 hours ago from Identica
- Butterfly weed, ironweed, chicory and queen anne's lace, squashes, cucumbers, beans and new potatoes. Summer!8:49 AM Jul 2nd from Identica
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- A murmer of urban traffic, a conversation of crows, a white cloud, blue sky morning. The fresh breeze ruffles my skirt, chills my arms.7:11 AM Jun 30th from Identica
- An aerial combat of robins, pinwheel of rose in a ray of rising sun.7:23 AM Jun 29th from Identica
- More beets than morning glories in the garden now. I sip merlot and contemplate red. The cardinal sings in the wild cherry.3:21 PM Jun 28th from Identica
- The spider hides in the workshop, brown and gray, a walking knot of bark among the wood chips.8:54 AM Jun 25th from Identica
- The bearded liquor-store clerk calls me hon, though he's probably half my age. Another milestone on my road to dotage.3:17 PM Jun 24th from Identica
- A month of high summer rain and vines run amuck: morning glories, wild sweet potatoes, even beans send their scouts into the wilderness.6:03 AM Jun 23rd from Identica
- This morning the cardinal, not the robin, was the first to greet the shorter day, the dark of the moon. Is this the priest of high summer?12:07 PM Jun 22nd from Identica
- All day the tractor engine ran loud then soft in the neighbor's field. With evening, the smell of hay on the breeze.6:02 PM Jun 21st from Identica
- The granddaddy in the dish drainer tries to take shelter in the inverted glass. Up he climbs, down he slides, until I tire of watching.5:00 AM Jun 19th from Identica
- The mist on the hayfield glows like a cathedral window in the sun, but the mosquitoes still swarm.5:41 AM Jun 18th from Identica
- A rare stillness of robin on a low twig of dogwood. The morning is dim as storm conditions build again. The robin wearily grooms a wing.7:05 AM Jun 17th from Identica
- It's 6:30. Here's our evening rain. I'll swear we live in the tropics now.3:38 PM Jun 16th from Identica
- Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead . . . James Joyce. (It's Bloomsday) #quote6:26 AM Jun 16th from Identica
- Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead -- J.J. !quote It's Bloomsday.6:25 AM Jun 16th from Identica
- Showers and thunderstorms are likely, showers and thunderstorms are inevitable, I'm as brittle as my over-saturated garden.4:01 AM Jun 16th from Identica
- The day is gray, my mood is black. I feel as blank as a default avatar, a gray square with a black slash for a mouth.1:28 PM Jun 15th from Identica
- Cabbage moths settle and fly, settle and fly. The cabbage curls into fists around their lay. A wasp drinks from a drop on a collard leaf.9:20 AM Jun 14th from Identica
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