Tiny bouquets picked.
They were berries, beads, treasures.
I gathered, she did not flinch.
Instead, she taught me the name.
Grape Hyacinth. Muscari.
I will do the same.
Category Archives: Twenty-eight
2.TWENTY-EIGHT.17
“The glory of friendship…it is the spiritual inspiration…
when you discover that someone else believes in you
and is willing to trust you with a friendship.”
― R.W. Emerson
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An afternoon in the sunshine,
together with family.
Enjoying little discoveries
along our path.
Looking ahead to a new year of shared time with loved ones.
11.TWENTY-EIGHT.16
It’s less systematic than watching, but more closely focused. Unlike hiking, it has no destination.”
-K. D. Moore
10.TWENTY-EIGHT.16
This tree
brighter than the rest
draws our eyes
brings a breath
expects our time
beneath the glow
every year we gather
the color which is
a gift.
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Her eyes seldom leaving them.
Her head thrown back in a low howl as their boat slips out of view.
She eagerly greets them upon return.
“Chutes”.
7.TWENTY-EIGHT.16
Astrantia spp.
Also known as masterwort, Hattie’s pincushion or melancholy gentleman.
Belongs to the family Apiaceae (cousins: carrot, parsley, fennel).
Derived from the Latin word ‘aster’, or star.
