the garden

Rainbows in whiskers

i recollect

intentions get gobbled up
and i find myself with so many things i meant to share.
Like these classic, brand-spanking-new concrete beauties bathing in the sun
when they arrived at Greenwood last spring .






Whose hands first shaped the original, irresistable "pots"
that people keep bringing to gardens the world 'round...
these vessels so loved and caressed by light?

Speaking of light:
In early May
the boys hauled out the brown turkey fig tree
from the cold storage greenhouse
and let it sit in the dappled light
beneath giant tulip poplars
in front of the root cellar