The first monarch butterfly,
Just flitted by.
Lazily drifting through stark spring sunlight,
Seeking any blooms to alight.
Daffodils cheerily glow before front fence,
Oval ridged petals in breezes wave thence.
A dense carpet of creeping phlox, its tiny pink flowers,
By front door, were awakened by showers.
Self seeded petite pansies already in bloom,
Peek out between roses, making room.
Surveying my thorny ones, finding none to replace,
Among 350 planted, a rare fact to embrace!
Three classic garden statues returned to front yard beds,
Welcome passersby while ruling my homestead.
Wooden whirligig birds and small figurines still to set out,
Along with birdbaths hereabout.
Of slight interest, the annual lawncare routine,
But necessary before dreaded crabgrass is seen,
That mars gardens’ lush green frame,
So reluctantly, I’ll engage in that game.
mrt/4-9-21
confounded again
Croesus latitarsus
birch sawfly larvae
Found these Birch sawfly larvae (8th June 2018), on a self-seeded Silver birch sapling growing on the upper bank of my pond. Not sure but I think the bright colours could mean they are unpalatable?
SENRYU MICRO ANTHOLOGY
the magical sky
solar powered... atmosphere
belies pollution
four seasons... fickled
nature begging... don't pollute...
provokes extinctions
our earth... self-seeded
conjecture... fact... or fiction...
nature holds the key...
beautiful all life...
yet we are self-destructing...
too late to debate...
cloud cuckoo land... dreams
introduced then ratified
by misled leaders
soon all will return
from whence it came... pure carbon
will nature restart...
o that first springtime
the only way life could spread
oceans... seas... the wind
nature erred giving
mankind power to reason
she will not forget
to hunt and gather
sustenance... mankind survived
we should start again
doom and gloom... oh yes...
note... what have we created
our armageddon
on a lighter note...
the goldfinch sings... tinkling bells
when it forms a charm
nature will survive
don't think one can fence it in...
it lives on both sides...
reach out... lend your hands
many can repair mountains
don't stamp on molehills
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