Spring has sprung
the grass has riz
I wonder where the posies is
why, here they tiz
a memory note: my late parents always gave each other a version, changing the last 2 lines, of this ditty each first day of Spring
they would hide their note for the other to find during the day
Sometimes in the blaze of light that is autumn, a moment appears that hints at the promise of the coming spring.
I found a single vine of this passion flower laced through the other wildflowers on the bank of the Haw River.
dandelion cycle: bud to bloom to seed
tare is an elder word for weed; I think not of any plant as a weed, but simply as a part of the Creator’s wonders; all tare are wildflowers
black-eyed Susan and daisy fleabane; Haw River meadow bouquet
doc ellen's journey 