Garden Tour on Senile Saturday

TW has been buoyed by what she perceives as an innerest in poetry by my cat furrends. It all started when The Cat on My Head changed the poem on their sidebar. All One of the comments mentioned their human's poetry. TW interpreted (wrongly) that they liked poetry and so she decided to bore you with some of her drivel. I couldn't explain to her that it was CAT poetry that they wanted to read so I'm afraid she's gonna subject you to more of her non-CAT crap. Yawn. Wake me when it's over.

SUN CONCERT

Write me a poem about the sun

she said.

I did

And the bells rang out.

Can you hear them ringing

Go with them

thru fields and up mountains tall

Don't just hear them

Be them

see the glory of the notes

You are hearing

from a distance

or up close

Be one with the sound

Let your mind reel

Make your hands feel

beauty, glorious beauty

As the sun sets the tone for the bell

I have written this poem

about her.

Ok, Woman. That's it for today. Crawl back into your hole and write more drivel for next month. You can read more torturous poetry here and here if you're feeling masochistic.

We're gonna publish some scans from analog photos taken in the peeps' old garden. These are mostly the front yard, as opposed to the back yard. We don't have a yard now and TW really misses having one. I hope you can see the beauty in the photos even though they didn't scan all that great.

Hey, we just realized today's Photo Hunt is Planter and TW and B were the Planters of these flowers, including the ones in the Planter box on the porch. But, seriously, the entire yard was their giant Planter.

Sunflower, surrounded by marigolds

Marigolds surrounding pine tree

Pink cosmos and white shasta daisies

Bleeding hearts hanging from the front porch

Lots of impatients because they liked the shade

A mural my friend made in the front yard

Impatients. I believe that's ivy in the rear

Morning glories. Once you plant these, you can never get rid of them.

Mean Mama Gertrude snoopervising photo session.