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Tag Archives: gardening
Field of dreams..?
Long, long ago, when the world was still young and I was younger still, I moved into a house with a garden. It wasn’t much of a garden, long-deserted, overgrown and gone to seed, but my mind painted it in … Continue reading
Posted in flowers, Memories, nature, Photography, Spirituality, The Silent Eye
Tagged beauty, childhood, consciousness, dreams, gardening, herbs, learning through experience, Life, Patience, plants, sunrise, symbolism
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The Small Dog gets Busted
I may be in the doghouse ‘Cause, “Your face gives you away,” I’ve not a clue what she might mean… I’d just gone out to play! “Don’t come the innocent with me, I know what you’ve been at…” I wondered … Continue reading
Between the cracks
I wandered out into the early morning garden, clad in sandals and dressing gown, in search of The Ball. The dog had hidden the darned thing again and stood at the door grinning, while I did what I was expected … Continue reading
Posted in Photography, Spirituality, The Silent Eye
Tagged gardening, herbs, leaving space, Life, nature, plants, wildflowers
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The small dog and the gardener…
The grass had grown, was far too long, My mower wouldn’t cope. What if I trimmed it down a bit? That might work. I could hope. I got the trimmer all set up, The dog would not go in, Just … Continue reading
Patience
Last year, my son had his garden re-done. The heavy sleepers supporting the old decking had rotted beyond salvation and what should have been a quick repair job became a major undertaking that took all summer and well into the … Continue reading
Posted in Life, Photography
Tagged acer, gardening, japanese maple, natute, seasons, trees
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A touch of sun…
Taking advantage of an almost dry day, where the showers had done little to wet grass that was being dried by a rare bit of sun, I mowed the grass. I can’t call my squishy quagmire a lawn, not by … Continue reading
Reunion ~ Sascha Darlington #writephoto
“Skulking around.” That’s what Grandma Lindley would say. “Why you skulking around, child? Don’t you have better things to do than spy on folks?” That’s what she would ask me if she were alive today and saw me. My reply … Continue reading
Posted in photo prompt, Photography
Tagged country, fiction about returning home, future, gardening, returning home, reunion, second chance, writephoto
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A restful weekend…
“Don’t give me your excuses…. you’re a superhobbit and superhobbits don’t seize up!” My son had phoned me to discuss his garden, even though I had just spent yet another nine hours in it, moving tons of earth and stone… … Continue reading
Oncoming, Ongoing ~ Bela Johnson
Reblogged from belas bright ideas: I don’t know how I swallowed the myth that life would ease with age, itself, the oncoming traffic of debts and obligations never slows; in fact it seems sped up as we work at carving … Continue reading
Special request
Dear Universe, can I just say That everything now smells of hay, I’ve cut the lawn down, best I can, (And wished I could employ a man…) Cause, what with all the sun and rain, The green stuff had gone … Continue reading