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It started with the radishes. Wily little blushing suckers;
plop-popping up everywhere, ready to be plucked from
the soil and ravenously ravished in spicy bites. We thought
briefly of carrots, but thought better. Bitter being better, per
-haps. Or maybe something more in fashion, a fusion of
blueberry and breeze. We all want something from this
hollow ground, some hated approximation of strange,
some range of loose-lipped lie and little garden tag
stating how better to take care of this lonely
one: more water, less sun.
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Whew. Caught up with Quickly. This is for day 13.
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“a fusion of
blueberry and breeze”
Yes please!
Then right after that beauty of a phrase, you get so deeply profound:
“We all want something from this
hollow ground, some hated approximation of strange,
some range of loose-lipped lie and little garden tag”
Thanks, girl. I wish I had a garden tag today. I need to come with better instructions.
Catching up is hard to do. I think I’m only one prompt behind. I finally got to this one for Q in a multi-mash.
Gardens take work. Gets my knickers in a twist when the rabbits and squirrels think they have the rights to everything. A raised garden might have to be ten feet high. But then one wouldn’t be using the depth of Mother Earth. Just perhaps some other dirt to dish around. 🙂
Your word garden grows nurtured by sun and poetic mind.