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Love-in-a-mist.

For you.

There is your hue in high summer. A splash of layered, rich lavender on jade.

With waning light you knit a feathery lattice. A gauzy softness from afar.

A smooth heart forms where petals fall. Streaked with plum and strength.

We bundle together, a “cram” of shrouded hearts.

You are now love fringed in mist.

I love you, in the mist.


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Hand to hand.

From your hands to the earth.

From the earth to the roots.

From the roots to the stems.

From the stems to the leaves.

From the leaves to the flowers.

From the flowers to the fruit.

From the fruit to your hands.

From your hands to my hands.

I receive my treasures from hand to hand.


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Sweet Peas.

I will remember always the sun setting low, pure sweetness drifting by, a hedgerow of sweet peas. In every color and pattern we clipped and inhaled, strolled and laughed, bundled and breathed, my mom and my sister and I. It doesn’t get better than this.

Even the one, yes one, solitary, mauve sweet pea which bloomed in my yard this year renews the loveliness of this memory. I am also glad for the many scattered bouquets and just opened blossoms greeting me as my sister’s guest.

 


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Sky-sweepers.

The most magnificent giants inhabit our garden this year.  We have watched in sheer amazement as they grew from seeds to transplants to SOARING towers in our “kinder garden”.

Last year we were thrilled with the robust growth of our towering sunflowers, but this season, it is our broom corn.

Seed Source: Nichols Garden Nursery, Albany, Oregon.

Oh, just think of all the fun we’ll have with our homemade “brooms”.  My guess is we won’t be doing much sweeping!