Ten bare sticks lie
across my hand
in my mind’s eye
already stand:
slim green towers,
leaves and flowers.
Ten magic wands
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I’ve buried my hens and planted four varieties of raspberries above them – chilcotin, autumn bliss, heritage and golden yellow.
I think you have to be a relentless optimist to be a gardener. “Something there is that doesn’t love a wall” and the reason is that it wants to eat everything behind it, and what it is, is bloody well nearly everything – foxes, pigs, kangaroos, cockatoos, rabbits, possums, rosellas… Having visions (hallucinations?) of verdant foliage and enough berries to make you ill is a prerequisite for putting up another fence and hanging more netting.
May the raspberries grow
and blow at the foxes! 🙂 xo
Thanks Nick! 🙂
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Somehow I missed this was a ha’sonnet when I read it before. I just caught it now when I followed the Staff link from Autumn spell. Well done!
Thankyou – and thank you more for introducing me to the form. 🙂