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“Till summer folds her miracle…when sacrament is done” Emily Dickinson, Poem #342 Chalice after chalice opened day after day Until autumn crocus filled and faded. That holy season closed with their benediction. Blessed be the smaller celebrations of winter camellia … Continue reading
Pink asters sound alarms! September ends! October’s crisper days are not their friends. My fingers work their soil: Asters earn praise. That’s my reward for toil. Smiles light my days. Reflected glory swarms my gardener’s heart. Leaves shrivel, blooms shrink: … Continue reading
In August a living potpourri of light purple phlox, white phlox, Japanese anemone and black-eyed Susans bloomed against a stone wall in the Bishop’s Garden of the National Cathedral.
Such well-trained soldiers! They obey their sun commander who speaks not a word. Heads right, heads left. This field full of lions roars “Yellow!” at its silent blazing general— and marches in place—dawn to dusk. Sunflowers stride with obedient … Continue reading
I thought each plant remembered me. Each spike of spiderwort’s first blade, Each thrust of lily pushing loam, Each promise of stargazing pink and scent Piercing the friable flowerbed earth, Each potted bulb awakened, Shoving soil aside to stretch above … Continue reading