I spent a bit of time this weekend taking a few pictures in my garden. Alex brought us bands of much needed rain, the patio was strewn with rose hips, delicate blooms of hibiscus, and leaves of oak and cotton wood. A fine film of pollen coats the prismed glass of my patio table and yet I find the aftermath of this turbulent display incredibly beautiful. The pictures are children of perennial hibiscus, they come back each spring and grace me with their beauty, two of my favorite bushes. I am enjoying the long weekend mostly still enjoying being home, and putzing around the garden and house. Yesterday I started work on a new chapbook, twenty-two poems that all need serious revising. One that I am unsure I will ever seek publication, but one that I feel committed to completing.
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