homesteading poetry
gardening / homesteading

homesteading poetry

Alone, except the birdsong, the birdcall the birds the birds the birds in a flutter flutter flutter declaring summer, summer, summer Watering with the warm six a.m. air suggests afternoon scorching sun. The blue birds, fighter pilots flyby, then again and again and again figure eights past the verandah search for a home, fly to amuse me fly then … Continue reading

gardening
gardening / what we do

gardening

Gardening: my second favourite love. Behind good wine and writing. Gardening. The birds and the bees, the flowers and the trees. This is what big girls play with. Or me, anyway. I might have lived an earlier life in an English cottage, not far from the moors of Bronte’s stories. My English cottage has astilbes in … Continue reading