I Remember… I remember the holes in the green roll-down blinds and how they looked like a starry sky. I remember caramel-colored fly paper hanging twisty from the ceiling dotted with black. I remember making cakes and cookies when we got to play with water in the sandbox. I remember lying sick on the couch… Continue reading I Remember … (NPM ’16-Day 30)
Solomon’s Seal lacy petticoat green leaves bower leggy height cure for many ills texture complements pieris, hostas, roses salve for green-starved eyes © 2016 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved) *************** My sister gave me a Solomon's Seal plant about a year ago. It did well. But when it came up this spring, I had… Continue reading Solomon’s Seal (NPM ’16-Day 24)
Spring’s Debutantes Party deb Pansy and, before her, Crocus whisper in royal shades of an amethyst queen. Frilly Lilac and loose-limbed Wisteria trailing scented clouds of hocus-pocus languid on trellis and bower lean. The starchy Tulip sisters dressed in flames bring to this dance a daring new criteria, strut a bold contrast to spring’s purple… Continue reading Spring’s Debutantes (NPM ’16-Day 16)
How lovely to have this poem land on my desk all eager to find out what that little perched "divining seer" is beaming about (thank you, Matt, for handing me the baton of an easy rhyme). Here is the poem so far with my line at the bottom in bold. A squall of hawk wings… Continue reading Progressive Poem 2016 – Day 16
Echoes full of knowing I look a lot like little mouse little mouse with wings. At dark leave attic of your house to hunt for creepy things. I swoop and swirl, dive and glide but hardly use my sight, prefer in dim moon-shade to hide while scrounging food at night. I have the rare… Continue reading Echoes full of knowing (NPM ’16-Day 14)
All photos © 2016 by V. Nesdoly Tulip Festival A few tulips are beautiful acres of them stunning— bouclé strips of colour in the palette of Spring: red, peach, yellow, pink orange, variegated, white, wine, varieties named for memories and with imagination: Rhapsody, Lolyta Christmas Gift, Graya, Kelly, Charade. They are April wine, goblets capturing… Continue reading Tulip Festival (NPM ’16-Day 9)
Spring has sprung and every day something new pops! My camera has been busy. I take photos on our morning walks and often write briefly about what I've seen later as a sort of nature diary. Today, three recent entries… Winter / Spring Winter's grudge farewell via two-faced Rain (under grey nourishes change) Spring's hallelujah… Continue reading Spring journal
In my post yesterday I wrote about DELIGHT. Today a poem about one of the places I love which gives me great delight—Elgin Park in South Surrey. Over the years we've walked the paths dozens of times and in every season. I always find something wonderful here! Elgin Park The forest path lures me into… Continue reading Elgin Park
Last week I poemed about our retired garburator. This week another kitchen poem. It's about the contraption that has taken garburator's place. I wrote the poem last fall at the height of fruit fly season, and took some photos to prove it. Meet our green pot… Green Pot Our new organics bucket has holes… Continue reading Green Pot
EXPOSED! Through the summer night and day spider spins her life away weaving gossamer entrapments for her unsuspecting prey. Threads from clothes upon the line between my beans upon the vine and when I go through my front door I break more threads ticklish and fine. Until one misty day in fall from tiny shrubs… Continue reading Exposed!
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