oh.my.goodness.oh.my.goodness.oh.my.goodness.oh.my.goodness.
it's ORANGE !
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| crinkled petals unfurling |
unfurling like one of those nylon grocery totes that comes all tucked inside itself & you can never, quite, get it back again so you just give up and call it a bag. or those colorful rain ponchos that can be zipped back into one of their own pockets. but you, really, can only do that once the poncho is completely dry. and, by then, you're kind of over it, and the poncho stays how it is until the rainy season is finished. or maybe forever.
luckily, the poppy is meant to stay
wide open, unfurled, and looking at the sun.
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| don't you just want to, i don't know, become one with the poppy? all that orange-y goodness glowing in your face. |
fuzzy baby poppies - oh, joy!
The Happy-Sad-Happy-Sad-Happy
Story of Woolly Winona
happy finding a woolly bear caterpillar in the woodpile
and constructing a cozy winter home for her.
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sad thinking she must, surely, have perished in her icy glass house -
how could anything survive months of that?
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happy seeing her, at last, in blustery March,
sniffing the air and eager for greens.
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sad she disappeared (again) and no cocoon is knit
on the carefully-placed twigs.
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happy (gasp!) finding a fuzzy yellow moth,
ready for flight,
when i picked up the jar this morning.
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| Winona ascends |
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| Winona alights |
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| Winona stays put |
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| Winona is firmly persuaded to try the hosta |
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| yes, i was that excited. |
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| &, then, Winona disappeared. again. |
each spring, in the midst of the overgrown periwinkle near our back fence, approximately three tulips bloom. predictably, i get superexcited, pluck them, and bring them inside. and they close right up. so, as much as i would like to enjoy them in my living room - they are on the back porch, adoring the sun.
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| pre-pluck |
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| if only |
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| happy in the sun |
just prior to taking the next photo, i exclaimed to my husband,
"who could resist taking pictures of bubbles?"
.pop.
