Tiptoe Through the Tulips

In summer, we live on what we grow.

Greens for the stomach and blooms for the heart.

Thick soil, ripe with worms and beetles, spread with the spectrum of colours, a riot of blooms and shoots.

So short the time of air thick with bird song, with ever-blowing samaras and cypselas.

Our hand-crafted greenery can feel that pulse, that frantic pace of the living and blooming.

Things grow in a riot of intensity, greedily soaking up every ray, every breath of sun-warmed air.

As they speed, I slow.

I stand in the heavy scent of peonies, of honeyblossoms-

Close my eyes and gather warm memories for colder days.

IMG_2308My cat also has a deep appreciation for tulips and associated greenery

There are few things I love more than the rich, heady scent of a sun-warmed garden.


For more plants of power, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.

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