The wizard fingers never rest

This is Joe Pye Weed – new pollinator plant in my garden.     Here’s  a poem by Emily Dickinson:   “A something in a summer’s Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer’s noon — A depth — an Azure — a perfume — Transcending ecstasy. And

Borage

I planted Borage ( photo from my garden) this year because bees love it, and I am aiming to attract pollinators. I find that I love it, too! So I went to the internet and looked up some information about borage.  Here is a bit of it, from “Three Faces of Borage: Medicinal Herb, Homeopathic

Summer poems

Coreopsis, in my garden   “Now summer is in flower and natures hum Is never silent round her sultry bloom Insects as small as dust are never done Wi’ glittering dance and reeling in the sun And green wood fly and blossom haunting bee Are never weary of their melody Round field hedge now flowers

Tending my garden

Ever since the first shoots emerged in late March, I have been preoccupied with my garden.  In a way I feel like Candide, in Voltaire’s famous satire.  With all the outright violence, political corruption, and daily arrogance from our president, I pray for change, and in the meantime, tend my garden. Here are some recent