Sunday, June 7, 2009

when your garden times itself to your eyes

I thought I would miss the irises and the wisteria, the indigo's quick, deep & statuesque bloom, and the orange-fire burn of the poppies. But all of these and more waited for me to come back and pour my eyes all over them. The foaming, ferning green, the white water of huge goats beard, and the endless blue-violet of irises, both ordinary and exuberant, lovely, over the top and over my head frenzy...

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