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Icing sugar dust
just enough to turn green white
winter in full bloom
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by Scooj
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Icing sugar dust
just enough to turn green white
winter in full bloom
.
by Scooj
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A proper winter
just how I remember it
frosty cold and dry
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The mild weather yields
conceding territory
cold winter begins
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Dry spell continues
after such a wet winter
a summer-like spring
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Soft wind sweetly blows
gently soothing sun-soaked skin
it’s not yet summer
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These summer-spring days
small compensation for the
lock down misery
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by Scooj
Although I have to say that I am enjoying the slower pace and quiet streets. Of course the full horror of the virus is too much to bear, but I am clinging to simple pleasures.
Social distancing
leads me to the allotment
two years neglected
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Following the deaths of my father and father-in-law over the last two springs and all the ensuing emotional and practical baggage (plus a smattering of unhelpful weather), it has been almost two years since I went to my allotment. Somehow I’ve not yet been kicked off.
I visited it yesterday and I have my work cut out for me this spring (if allowed to go there) it is covered on grass and brambles. My son has volunteered to help me get it sorted, because he needs distractions from the probable boredom ahead. It felt good to see it again, and I got all my seeds out today to prepare for a new season.
Early Spring again
though Winter’s business is yet
incomplete, undone.
by Scooj
Another season
highs and lows, disappointment,
ecstasy; football
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Out come secateurs
as wisteria leaves drop;
autumnal milestone.
by Scooj