An Explanation for Those Surprise Flowers That Spring Up You may not have heard of Miss Hollyhock, , but she must exist, because there is no other explanation for the flowers that spring up here and there, in the most unusual places, without having been planted. Miss Hollyhock is a tiny, gray-haired sprite who is […]
Apr 27, 2021
The Wind and the Moon
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The way the wind blew yesterday is a good sign that it’s blowing in a change in the weather, and, it’s still at it this morning. The oak tassels, which, because of the astuteness of a friend, I’ve found out are called catkins, are still joyfully riding the wind to my deck. Then, tonight, a […]
Apr 26, 2021
The Battle of the Tassels
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My willow oak is “blooming” or whatever that stage in its life is called when little tassels appear before full-grown leaves. I guess it’s tasseling. Since my deck is nearby, the wind fondly blows all those lovely little wisps onto it. There is no keeping it swept clean. Nemo, my furry friend, looks like a […]
Apr 19, 2021
Beginning Again
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It looked to me like there could have been a light frost last night, at least, on the neighbor’s roofs. The cold front is supposed to arrive tomorrow. I just had a sobering thought. If the temperature really hits 28 degrees, will all these lovely, green leaves be killed and will the trees have to […]
Apr 18, 2021
Whippoorwill Winter?
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The maple leaves are as large as a rabbit’s ears; flowers are blooming, but, you know what? We have freezing temperatures, in the upper 20s and a possibility of snow on the way. In the early spring, we have periods of reverting to cold weather, called by various lovely names. Whippoorwill winter? Blackberry winter? Someone […]
Apr 16, 2021
A Rhyming Hope
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It’s cold again this morning. Rain last night and clouds today, but the maple tree’s leaves are larger, the grass is greener, and the pansies have smiles on their faces. Here’s a spring poem to keep in your heart when actual spring seems far away. A Sudden Shower by Blanche Day Manos There’s a scurry […]
