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teetering on the window sill

Why does the street-trash Christmas cactus which mooches all year in a dumb clay pot between two larger, dazzling, talkier plants, suddenly dress up, make a pink media splash? You’d have to say it’s the ultimate bi-polar plant: down drooping … Continue reading

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when a bright yellow crocus magics itself up through the old winter crud we crow with delight for spring has come old birds of fall that used to call black night down tight on summer now sing to light that’s … Continue reading

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The other lilac

We’re pretty pleased in mid-May by our lilacs: the one is mauve, the other gentle red; and both of them have grown and put forth blossoms and sweet perfume we savor from our bed. And next block east an apple … Continue reading

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