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Each year, at this time,I see beneath the washing line,a beautiful flower appear.No matter if the shearscut it back or if my bootscompact the groundaround its roots. A Lenten Rosethat rises from the ground;head exposedabove a gangof hooded snow drops. Close cousin ofThe Christmas Rose;needless to say,they share much DNA:their flower-like sepalsappear as five petals.…
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My beautiful girl AlysonRose is 27 today, and so I give you roses for my Rosie! *** ROSES by George Eliot You love the roses — so do I. I wish The sky would rain down roses, as they rain From off the shaken bush. Why will it not? Then all the valley would be…
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Talk to me of vineyards pungent with basil and thyme, of fireflies, shooting stars, and long hot summer nights. For winter has gone on much too long. Copyright © D.W. Rodgers | Year Posted 2014
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In Karrada at night, wind and rain before dawn,when the dark is a roof or a drape never drawn, when the night’s at its peak and the dark’s full of rain,and the wet silence roils like a fierce hurricane, the lament of the wind fills the deserted street,the arcades groan in pain, and the lamps…
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Thank you NetGalley and Viking for the review copy of Veronica Buckley’s very interesting book “Seven Sisters.” Pretty much everyone knows who Marie Antoinette was, but what about her sisters? Were you aware that she even had sisters? I figured she did as she came from a royal family, but I couldn’t tell you…
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Thank you NetGalley and William Morrow for the advance review copy of The Whole30 Fast & Easy Cookbook (Revised); it is greatly appreciated. This book is full of recipes that I would make for my family and also feel good about serving to guests . They’re not elaborate, show-stopping recipes, but feel-good, filling dishes that…
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Painter of asparagus and raspberries,he’s added lemons too and gooseberriesin tangible magnificence.He sets them down, depicts their shape.A rigid order they communicate,stubbornness that helps the viewer sharedurable pretence.Things edible and perishable asmen are, have for a brief space beenwillfully set apart and raisedabove nature’s breathlessness. They mustand would transcend it, before becomingindistinct remnants on a…
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There is no room on this planet for anything less than a miracle We gather here today to revel in the rebellion of a silent tongue Every day, we lean forward into the light of our brightest designs & cherish the sun Praise our hands & throats each incantation,…
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If you must slight me, let it be the touchThat snow in April, falling soft and whiteGives to the blossoms delicate and light,So I don’t suffer, it won’t harm me much.If you must spite me, let it be as quickAs snow in April falling, not to last.Lies just one moment then, like mist is past,So…
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Blooming in stars, bells, cups, and saucers, before bees, before derelict cities.I can’t google you without involving the suspicious affliction of needingto name, or the geopolitics of search engines. I just want your petalscasting shadows across my face. And to know if they are edible.Many botanists say yes: raw, cooked, pickled, dried.Must I consume to…
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