Showing posts with label gardens and soups and stews and poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gardens and soups and stews and poetry. Show all posts
Thursday, June 26, 2014
Garden
Gardens are as various as soups or stews. Can be wild. Can be as manicured as an elegant bisque. Gardens offer seasonal beauty. So does food. Poetry is not estranged from the wild, from the eloquent, nor the ripe. Gardens are also of the imaginary-ilk.
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