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I’m in the greenhouse
That’s where you’ll find me, growing
As a human bean.
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by Scooj
* With apologies.
Tag: Garden
(why I don’t like) Ivy
Its relentless surge
strangling dispassionately
all it encounters
and the berries, destined to
paint my car in pigeon poop.
by Scooj
- I was going to leave this as a haiku, but had so much more to say, and the rage in me added the two extra lines to make the tanka. The first version used a different word to poop, but I moderated it a little. Feel free to use the original word if it makes it more impactful.
Wisteria
Elongated sweet
smelling purple blooms cascade
from the balustrade.
by Scooj
Too busy
Building a garden
shed; too busy to compose
haiku recently
by Scooj
Lunch break
I sit sunbathing
on the garden bench, eyes shut;
could be anywhere.
by Scooj
Cornish snow
In seventy-nine
we two played with a lightness
enjoying the snow.
Daisy
A single daisy
awakens deep memories
of carefree childhood.
by Scooj
Old sly
Planting out on the
allotment being watched; I
turn, he slinks away.
by Scooj
Summer buzzin’
Splendid Sunday sounds
as neighbours strim untidy
lawns; smells of Summer.
by Scooj
Groundhog day
Saw my first today
only a fleeting glimpse; I
saw my first today.
by Scooj
My recent trip to the United States offered so many new experiences, and wildlife encounters…expect more to crop up in this blog.
Natural adventures 