This urge, wrestle, resurrection of dry sticks,
Cut stems struggling to put down feet,
What saint strained so much,
Rose on such lopped limbs to a new life?
I can hear, underground, that sucking and sobbing,
In my veins, in my bones I feel it —
The small waters seeping upward,
The tight grains parting at last.
When sprouts break out,
Slippery as fish,
I quail, lean to beginnings, sheath-wet.
Teaser loves to check out what’s going on down on ground level…
While we call our home Toad Hollow, it’s also been called the house of the entwined cedars. Behind the Aurora Dogwood is an enormous Douglas Fir. Just beyond them up hill is a Stellar Pink Dogwood, shown in the very next photo.
There is an Eddies White Wonder Dogwood in the foreground, and to it’s left is the Stellar Pink. Look at that Rhododendron color!
The Rhododendrons are blooming one by one, we’ve bought different varieties with differing bloom times to extend the time we get to enjoy them.
The Clematis have been blooming in successive waves and growing and growing and growing like never before up the posts that support our deck.
My editor demands that I upload a photo of him too…
There is so much to do. This began as 15 square yards of 4-way garden soil. It seems that we haven’t moved much of it yet …
“Since childhood, since childhood!
Childhood is a toad in the garden, a
happy toad. All toads are happy
and belong in gardens. A toad to Diana!”
Excerpt from Romance Modern
William Carlos Williams