Crows
Day 341 prompt: Garden (a limerick) my garden has fifteen rows that interest a murder of crows they toppled my straw man and pooped on my tin pans those pesky birds […]
Day 341 prompt: Garden (a limerick) my garden has fifteen rows that interest a murder of crows they toppled my straw man and pooped on my tin pans those pesky birds […]
Paul, our wood carving brother, brought thought and ideas to our discussion of the prompt “garden.” “When I think about garden and my carving, I go right to a Grinling […]
Garden Gift My parents gave me a garden. The plot by the door of daily passage Became my floral cutting bed. My parents bought me books, Containers, Floral frogs and […]
When I was a little girl, we had a huge garden just west of the front yard. It felt, to me, as big as a football field. Probably it was […]
Day 147 prompt: Edible She skips in From the yard Arms behind her back Wide eyes dance up Gleaming with surprises She can barely contain Our noses nearly touching Her springtime […]