Three little snowdrop maids are we, Shaking our bells of fantasy. Open your eyes and you will see Three little snowdrop maids. One little maid shakes off the snow. Two little maids sway to and fro. Three little maids trade what we know. Three little snowdrop maids. We open our petals to greet the sun. […]Read More Three little snowdrop maids are we
We had snow before, and there will be more, but we have no snow today. It fell in the night, silent and white, and then it melted away. While it lay on the ground, the cat made his rounds, leaving a steady trail. Then he came inside, licked himself dry, and covered his nose with […]Read More No snow today
What’s a little rain and slush To a hardy soul like a raspberry bush? More raspberries!Read More What’s a little rain and slush to a raspberry bush?
Never mind the rain, here’s a green bee, Clad from head to tail in a green sheen. And here’s where I give up on Finding a rhyme for Agapostemon.Read More I got nothing but a green bee
Oh, oh, oh, oh, The corn is so cute, Oh, oh, oh, oh, With its tassel just so, Oh, oh, oh, oh, And the grasshopper knows, Oh, oh, oh, oh, Where the tenderest shoot, Oh, oh, oh, oh, Will not be complete, ’til it offers itself, To a hopper to eat.Read More The corn is so cute!
Tonight I’m feeling sleep deprived, And so this blog has not arrived. If this excuse should sound contrived, I’m blowing off writing a proper post and I really don’t care how this last line should be derived.Read More Four lines, one excuse
One wild rose pinking the end of spring Hints at the bouquets cultivation would bring. Poised in the moment between opening and fraying Its eye open wide in search of bees straying.Read More One wild rose
This weather is snail weather, and its pace from day to day is snail slow. My garden is snail fodder, despite how the rain makes it grow. Why must snails have such pretty shells? Is that spiral a bulls-eye to send them to hell? I may pluck them and fling them and drug them with […]Read More Snail weather
Grass is still growing. Wind is still blowing. Sun shines, clouds pass. But the tulips are done showing.Read More A song for tulips passing
The bees are in the trees, It’s a happy, buzzing breeze, Cause the bees are in the trees, And the pear blossoms are pleased, Down in the earth, up to the leaves, The miner bees are in the trees.Read More Bees in the trees