Showing posts with label Front Yard. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Front Yard. Show all posts
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Raised beds. Another spring project.
You can do this: remove turf, build beds, install dirt, install gravel, plant. It's hard work, but it is worth it. Your reward--a beautiful garden, no more lawn to water, and veggies for you and all your friends.--Rebecca
Monday, January 11, 2010
Go Native. Wedgwood and Whitman.
Poetry and pictures. Last week I (Rebecca) was organizing my picture files and I found a few shots I liked and never used on the blog in 2009. So, I thought "Why don't I try to find a poem for each picture?" Not as easy as it seems. Some of the poems have obvious connections and others are a bit of a stretch. I hope you enjoy the poems and, please, check out the poet links.
Special thanks to the Poetry Foundation website at www.poetryfoundation.org
Letters to Walt Whitmanby Ronald Johnson
I hear you are whispering there O stars of heaven,
O suns—O grass of graves. . .
If you do not say anything
how can I say anything?
Let us tunnel
the air
(as a mole’s green galleries)
toward the ultimate
(as a mole’s green galleries)
toward the ultimate
cornfield
—the square of gold, & green, & of tassle
—the square of gold, & green, & of tassle
that rustles back at us—
let us burrow in
to a susurration, the dense starlings,
to a susurration, the dense starlings,
of the real—
the huge
sunflowers waving back at us,
the huge
sunflowers waving back at us,
as we move
—the great grassy world
that surrounds us,
singing.
singing.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Bonnie's Front Yard. Byrant Neighborhood.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
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