It is about to storm. The leaves are rustling like seeds in a gourd, like new silk saris. Fog has partially covered the Monument, and the sky is wash of white. One cat sleeps with a paw over her eyes, and another listens, alert, to the hammering of construction in the distance. A car goes by, gathering speed. Here is the thunder, low.
Archive for June 2015
So, here is what the Secret Hanging Gardens look like now. To lemon balm*, iris, pansies, rose geranium, columbine, anemone,solomon’s seal, bee balm, wild violets, alyssum, million bells, I’ve added a coleus, two types of Salvia, a bit of fern and sweet woodruff. A protecting Crow Godess* watches. It is a garden of singles, of onesies, when wisdom says plant three of each, or five. I hope in time, the […]