Bells are ringing

Bigleaf snowbell is going gangbusters

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Future bells

I think these drupes grow into the bells

One of my favorite natives!

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Sassafras Kernels Popping

I don’t remember buds looking quite like this

Wonder if it was the back and forth from freezing to 60 degrees over and over again. Love it

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Happy New Year!

I like this new poem by Mary Soon Lee in the current Fantasy & Science Fiction Magazine. Imagine the idea of the multiverse, and you try your hand at a new universe….

Dear Creator

Love it! You can find this and some top notch new fiction in the January 2018 issue. At a newstand near you or buy it here: F&SF Mag online

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Last post of 2017

We’re definitely getting a cold winter so far. Happy New Years! Here’s a little evergreen hello from a sweetbay magnolia

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John Greenleaf Whittier “Autumn Thoughts”

Re-read this in a beautiful 1893 edition with soft leather boards presented to my great uncle Herald for his “perfect attendance cards”


Ahh, “warmer sun and softer rain”, sounds good!

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Fruit, unbroken promise of the flower

I just stumbled on this poem from the 1930’s from Daniel Whitehead Hicky who used to be a well known writer. Let’s get him famous again!

Beloved, Autumn tells us all we know
And all that we shall ever know. Your hand
In mine, this hillside scarlet with the glow
Of orchards ripening on a ripening land,
No word I speak to measure out my love
Avails me anything, nor lip to lip
No kiss, no whisper here shall ever prove
A thing beyond these tremulous leaves that drip
In yellow silence down the listening day.
Once April, like the youth we know this hour
Lay on these boughs, and blooms in bright array;
Now fruit, unbroken promise of the flower,
Drops and is done where stubbled grasses drowse.
All life, all love, is written in these boughs.

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