.
.
when it all falls away
all that’s left
is the beauty
of empty space
and the luxury
of thin air
.
Posted in flowers, photography, tagged art, flowers, philosophy, Photography, poetry, roses on June 29, 2015| Leave a Comment »
.
.
when it all falls away
all that’s left
is the beauty
of empty space
and the luxury
of thin air
.
Posted in art, blackstar poetry, flowers, garden journal, photography, tagged art, eating weeds, farming, Photography, poetry, weeds on April 21, 2015| Leave a Comment »
for Dimity
.
.
I’m making friends
with the weeds
I spy you hiding, Billy goat weed
in your tomato suit
.
Dead heads snapped at the neck
and piled in a heap
lantana heading upwards
over the top of the shed
.
Green chickweed
colonizing the rose garden
with the wandering dew
and the Singapore daisy
.
I hear dandelions are tasty
roasted root as coffee
leaves tender
flowers in salads
.
If I were a weed
I would choose to be
a cobblers peg
friendly, transportable, adaptable
.
Farmers friends
sticky beaks
effective, efficient, annoying
everywhere
.
love the weeds
for they may be our future
as the golf courses dry up
and the wells run dry
.
Sticky beak salads
may be the next gourmet item
and the best harvests may be coming from
in between the rows
.
Posted in art, blackstar poetry, flowers, garden journal, photography, poetry, tagged flowers, food, fruit, life force, philosophy, Photography, plants, poetry on February 14, 2015| Leave a Comment »
One of my favourite garden treats is a Cape Gooseberry, Psysalis peruviana. It is part of the Nightshade family.
I go hunting often for it, looking for the ghostly pods, today I found some lying around in the freshly cleared vege patch. Before scoffing them all, like a vitamin c starved lunatic, I took some pics.
It is a beautiful plant. Skeletal in its decaying casing-it holds the seeds to new life within. The beginnings and the ends. all together. very clever and it’s yummy
LIFE FORCE
by Geraldine Bigelow
“…..I move with the memory
of all I pass
the secret folds of middle earth
and run them through the field of Man
of great beast
and flirtatious bird
seeking out myself
I spray forth
taking the wind
and its chiming message
down to the pool of water
where all life has gathered.”