I was clearing out some branches, when suddenly I felt this awful sting and noticed something fly away.
Sure enough. I got stung!
Question is, it wasn’t a bee, so what was it?
Tag gardening
Agapanthus
In the midst of winter
A reflection of my
Favorite flowers—
Beacon of hope
The Object of My Dejection
We have a lemon, but only one and its green
In seasons past
I have dreamed
Of fruit trees
And worm farms
Composting bins
Vegetables fresh
Hand grown by me
Strawberries
Passion fruit
Blueberries too
Overflowing gardens
Feeding the family
I invested
In pots and saplings
Seeds and gardening things
And at seasons end
The bugs and birds
Had a feast and
All I had to show
For my time
My effort
My money
Was a handful of tomatoes
A few green beans
And a lemon tree
#notquitefeedingthefamily
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Object of My Dejection.”
Hint of Blue
In amongst the green
Leaves, quietly behaved, I
Spot a hint of blue
Nature’s Purple
Purple in nature –
Bursting through the pods that would
Birth the flower child
Sole Agapanthus
Opening very
Tenderly, long-stemmed Lily
Stands proudly alone
Agapanthus Thriving
This is what a row
Of agapanthus should look
Like, mine certainly don’t!
How hard can it be to grow agapanthus?
Year after year I’ve been getting less flower heads from a whole row of agapanthus and this year I only have one (will take a photo of it later)!
Green Fingers
Out of ten, green
Fingers have I none – Watering
Can, please help me out
Poems and Petals 