Tag: nature

Small World

Back in the old farmhouse, Grandma kept a cactus garden. A clear Rubbermaid tub about two feet by three feet and ten inches deep was home to a small log cabin, a china woman, a forest of cacti, and one precocious brown plastic squirrel….

Like a River Glorious

She sat on the bridge rail Made of field stones, I sat on a mossy rock below Feet immersed in the ice Of May water running from Last month’s snow, Watching it fall and chuckle Over moss coated rocks. diamond & emerald  Something about…

How I Killed My Succulent

My thumbs might appear to be red, but they are actually green.  All three of my grandmothers still garden.  One raises her own produce patch from seeds, keeping the seedlings inside, until the snow melts.  Another grows beautiful rows of flashy petunias, stately gladiolas,…

Winter Riddle

The farther I fall the more I grow. I look like lace, but inside I’m dirt.  I’m soft as a feather, yet colder than stone.  I’m seen more in multitude than alone. And just in case it’s not obvious enough. The answer is a…

Framed

They never tell you when you move four and half hours away from home, cross an international border, and exchange the name “teacher” for the name “student” that you will face an identity crisis so piercing that it leaves you feeling empty. In the…