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Only Mostly Dead
This was a harsh winter. The only plants that seemed to survive were the weeds. My bay plant, rumored to be more than 50 years old, died. We cut it down and this is all that’s left. It was fragrant as we burned the old bay branches, in a funeral pyre sort of way. As…
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“The Midnight Jammer”
My kids have started calling me “The Midnight Jammer.” “Drunken Fig Jam” August around here means figs. I don’t know if these figs are just happy because they know I bought two fig trees… oh and a house to go along with them, but they are expressing their appreciation in abundance, and these trees are…
Simply Turquoise.
Simply Turquoise 