"The present contains nothing more than the past."Henri BergsonEven the lowliest vegetable plantsBear the most wonderful bloomsWhite as Easter lilies,Soft as egret's plumes.Petals perfectly symmetrical,Masterfully designedBustled about by bumblebeesConsidering such a find.Swaying on leafless green straw stemsStately as elegant roses Snowballs of flowers—onions Scented as sweetly as posies.

"In search of my mother's garden, I found my own."Alice WalkerI picked it from your gardenFor you, Mama!It's twirly as a ballerina skirt;It's pink—my bestest color.I sniffed it with my nose;It smelled beeuww-ti-fulLike you, Mama. 

"Do not handle brightness lightly;It is the deepest darkness of our candle flicker."Richard Montfort CaryGrasses woven by nimble fingers,Dried into a basket that canCarry apples from the orchard,Tomatoes, cucumbers from the gardenA picnic lunch to the sandy beach,Pecans gathered from the big tree At the foot of the hillPinecones from the woods,Pears in September.Sturdy handles—easy, soft... Continue Reading →