I snip the flowering tarragon, yet again, and tuck it into a wine bottle vase I had cut one day over the kitchen sink. I add rosemary, and the scents commingle, the licorice of black […]
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Thistle fluff
I can’t seem to stop visiting the thistle fluff in a magic thistle meadow I discovered over a year ago. A poem may be coming . . . If interested, six of my poems are […]
Traveling at the Speed of Bike 