twilights’ rippled clouds
wave to high flying pilot
as darkness descends,
how I wish to be with you
flying amongst waking stars
one last search for you
and there you are floating over
the super full moon,
clouds dissipate as you pass
while wolves howl your existence
hosta blossoms sway
as hummer sips sweet nectar,
twilight bids adieu
After spending the day making winters sauce, I relaxed on the patio. It wasn't long before I noticed the purple hosta blossoms swaying when there was no breeze. Looking closer for the creator of such sway I spied the resident Hummingbird flitting from frond to frond drinking all it could. Its long journey southward nears so the bulking begins. To aid in this journey, its feeder is now refreshed.
Do you know how much a wheel barrow of rain soaked mulch weighs?
No? Well I do, way too much! Three of my Heritage Community Gardeners spent 20 hours over two days this week spreading stinky, water logged, shredded bark over bare beds to cut down on weed growth and it wasn't a pleasant task.
Shoes were soaked, socks were soaked, T-shirts were soaked and pants were soaked to the knees. Mostly from water and a few from sweat in 35C temp's.
It was exhausting but gardeners are a stubborn breed and we don't quit until the job is done, especially when there's a Hard Chard chilling in the Pond. ;)
pots of grasses, shrubs
await for placement amongst
woodland greenery
in the sunlite areas
seeking life in the garden
It has been two days with clear air and skies,
and such a wonderful feeling to awake with
coolness in the home provided with draperies
of tea-dyed linens and silken sari’s capturing
refreshing air and blowing it through rooms,
with windows wide open. Tis such welcoming air.
With this cool air work in the garden has
begun again. I’ve missed my garden and
felt I was neglecting it. In a way I was but
myself was priority. If I couldn’t, then who would?
Weeding is almost done, which reminds me
the only plants to grow in high heat and humidity
are the feckin’ weeds that seem to thrive in it.
Bags and bags are off to the local compost depot.
Good riddance and begone for I don’t want them
in my own garden after sprouting seeds next spring.
There is always a change in elements on the full moon
and tonight is one of two this month. O joy.
Tonight it rises in a clear sky and watchers such as I
will be eyeing the beauty of the Full Sturgeon Moon.
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