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The tree has few leaves, left to see.
Is starkly naked, its limbs are bare.
Another chapter in the life of a tree,
Once covered in foliage with care.

Plowing the dirt,
place into a pile.
Mark out the plot,
create your own style.
Plant bulbs tomorrow,
bring joy to all those
walking the path of sorrow.

In 1634, Rembrandt painted his wife, Saskia, as Flora — the Roman goddess of flowers and spring. One large bloom droops over her left ear from the wreath crowning her head, dwarfing the other blossoms in scale and splendor — a single tulip, its silken petals aflame with stripes of red and white.These tulips no longer exist.Read more

I hear the rain on our sill.
The gurgle of water,
down the gutters is
a nice sound to hear,
as the ground is dry
and I need to plant
new bulbs for Spring.

Will the Sun shine tomorrow
or will rain be in the air.
A cooling trend is coming
and the weather is fair.
The ground is still dry,
dead plants are every where.
New bulbs are arriving;
There's no time to spare.

Just received an e-mail from Brecks.
"Your bulbs are on the way."
Once again I got carried away and
ordered too many bulbs.
Now I just have to remember
where the old ones are located.
Shouldn't be a problem as I
use chicken wire, which I cut
to cover the bulbs. I know it
dissapoints the squirel helpers,
but it's the way it has to be.

Along the road,
patches of weeds,
clumps of grass,
grew a flower,
straight and tall,
majestic, in repose,
seen by
those who drove,
a very red,
elegant Rose.
Some kind soul,
stopped her car,
dug up the flower,
and planted it,
with loving care,
along a garden path,
for those to see
and all to share.
The beautiful flower,
blooms again.

A new Tulip bloomed;
Planted last Fall.
Short and stubby,
Not very tall.
The flower came quick
and opened its all,
to a burst of color.
T 'was in the head,
a bursting bloom.
A most beautiful red.

Can we leave today,
after I water, of course.
I need more potting soil
to repot some small plants,
as the pots they are now in
are much to small.
I've discovered I'm not plant dumb
and have developed a "green thumb."

My mind is gone.
It's lost again.
All the heat
has warped my head.
No Air Conditioner,
bedroom 102 at 12 pm.
God, what a few days
which seem like an eternity.
32 degrees warmer than our
collective averages, for the
month of June, makes zero
sense. Global warming?
Probably so, still does not
make sleepless nights, OK.
Don't mean to whine or
carry on but how do you
plan for this weather
aberration? Tomato plants
with leaves curled and withered
sends this man into a dither.
The flower garden is taking a big
hit as there isn't enough water
to keep it from evaporating.

How many more days will there be,
until an Acorn becomes an Oak tree?

The morning dew kisses
the flowers in bloom,
bringing a new brightness
to the morning gloom.
Sparkling reflections
from the Sun's early rays,
bring all of the joy
to viewing the grandest of days.