On this Volunteer Appreciation Day, I’m happy to be included in the beautiful anthology from The Haiku Foundation titled “Our Garden.” Thank you, Jim Kacian, Julie Blos Kelsey, and Theresa Cancro!
The anthology can be found here: https://thehaikufoundation.org/omeka/items/show/6497
harvest moon a falling leaf catches the light
we take it for granted this world of flesh and freedoms… floating bookshop
crossing the Brecon Beacons clouds and I . in South Wales (and thinking of Marlene Mountain)
how to move or stay still,
to let time curve
their sharp edges
I can see the mermaid on this stone!
the bead of sap running down the pine… my old haunts
fire extinguisher after the long drive my burning feet
open door air inflates the alveoli
extreme heat a bead of sweat rolls into my eye
Parkinson’s the slowly advancing desert . HSA Members’ Anthology 2021
following the ball's trajectory ping pong
washing day a story behind each mark .
soon to retire he fills his calendar with seed starting charts
If you are wondering what happened to the greenhouse…here it is! With its shade net hat, as it is very hot here, reaching 93 Fahrenheit or more.
Still work to be done to the surrounding area, but the greenhouse works already. We’ve sown various seeds in eggshells and egg boxes, planted rosemary cuttings, tomato and cucumber plants…Well worth the time and effort …
Today, it was Open Garden Day in Augsburg. I visited private gardens and enjoyed seeing what others do and think about their gardens, gardening in general, the climate…Everyone I spoke to is thinking of a future of water and energy shortages and how to adapt their garden to survive with less water (no, nobody mentioned planting cacti!) and energy.
Back home, looking through the photos I took, I see mainly sheep and hens! And the City Farm Augsburg, one of the participating gardens, and the one I enjoyed the most. What a fantastic collection of plants, herbs, vegetables, weeds, animals, all growing happily together! Ildi, our guide and co-leader of the project (the other co- being Bennie, her husband) presented the garden project and their efforts to make it self-sufficient. The farm has neither water nor electricity. They collect rainwater for all their watering needs!
And the best part: for the last month, I had been looking for a comfrey plant for my garden. None of the garden centers I went to stocked it. Some didn’t even know of it, or thought of it as a weed. But here in the City Farm, it was flourishing, growing masses of flowers. When I declared my interest, Ildi dug out two plants, one flowering blue and the other purple, for me!
https://cityfarmaugsburg.wordpress.com/about/ the garden seems to have grown since the video.
What a good day it was!
mid-summer the fragrance of roses in the air .
The beautiful roses are from a friend’s garden.
(Fragrance from memory,)
does it matter if I change my mind onion skins
From my Sunday walk in the Augsburg Nature Park, Westliche Waelder (Western Forests), in Bonstetten.
Hama Lohrmann created an art trail as part of the “LandArt Project, Bonstetten.” He positioned nine installations, unique and constantly changing due to the influence of time and weather, across the six-kilometer circuit through the forests surrounding the village. He collected the pieces of wood for his works on his walks through the forests and used them as they were, without cutting, sculpting, or in any way shaping them.
Explorations in transience, humanity, fragility…and more, esp. for me, as I managed to get lost in the forest (but was soon back on track)!
My haiku in Charlotte Digregorio’s Daily Haiku blog. Many thanks to the editor for re-printing the poem (Modern Haiku, 45:2, 2014).
Good Friday the distance between heaven and earth
how to still my swaying… freeze frame
Tulips for Breakfast
Sixty years ago, she swallowed her grandmother’s most valuable possession: a ring, the only object to have survived the forced expulsion from their ancestral lands. The very ring that her grandmother, every night before bed, kissed and raised to the sky as if God needed the daily reminder that he had let her down.
Since that day of the half-accidental ingestion, and for two years afterward, the child was forced to use a potty, so that her grandmother could search its contents for the ring. To no avail.
In the summer of 2021, however, the ring exited the girl—now a grandmother herself—as if of its own volition. Effortlessly. The symbol of her family’s pain that her muscles had smothered, had been released. She heard the sound and to her astonishment, saw the ring lying at the bottom of the toilet bowl. Feeling nauseous, and while trying to steady herself, she accidentally pulled the chain that flushed away her long-held secret. She caught a glimpse of the ring before it disappeared in the swirling water to join the big, open sea.
hunger for Scheherazade’s
In Drifting Sands Haibun, issue 14, March 2022
Otherwise known as Eurotunnel!
tin soldier on the smoldering pile spring frost
Pleased to see that my “duvet” found a home in Blithe Spirit, vol 32, no 1!