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Eager!

I hear loud shrieks of joy and delight. I hear roaring laughter and cascades of giggles and guffaws. These are the sounds of exuberance for an audience. I hear these…

08 Nov

Bee and Fiddleneck

All living things that grow from the earth seem to have one thing in common: patience. Seeds form, then drop and wait for the right conditions to sprout. Stems and…

08 Nov

Roughed Up

Originally posted on WeedImageoftheDay:
Embrace of the Thorns There is nothing so strangely rewarding as the feeling of sore muscles and bruises after a hard day’s work, or after a…

17 Oct

How do I do this alone?

How do I do this alone? I don’t know. I look around. I’m not really alone, but I feel…isolated, cut off from all others. I feel dull, dried up, shriveled,…

15 Oct

Wild Blue

Originally posted on WeedImageoftheDay:
My Sky Atop a dry exposed cliff stand I. But I do not stand idly. Desolation and harshness are the names I call the rocks that…

06 Oct

After the Brush Clearing

After the brush clearing, weeds remain. They may lie down, they may be flattened, they may be diminished. They may be hurting. But one day, in the natural cycle of…

02 Oct

Where Are We?

Originally posted on WeedImageoftheDay:
Hanging Around What does it mean, this dangling in open space? Is this freedom? Am I waiting for something? If something good is just around the…

29 Sep

You are so tiny you make me dizzy

I am caught up in my day and in the pull of deadlines, needs of others, projects and to-do lists, and I squint with the effort to get it all…

25 Sep

Eternal Spring, City Style

The urban landscape becomes nothing but a tamed disregarded space without some invaders to shake things up. Spring’s totem, the Poppy, clambers for the role, squeezing into a crack and…

12 Jul

Depression

Originally posted on WeedImageoftheDay:
Hard Pains Depression. Thorns in your side. Burrs that burrow deep, aggravate and rub and cannot be brushed aside with ease. Needles poking. Hard. Stiff. Cannot…