Spring Poem

“The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month.” – Henry Van Dyke

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A Haiku and Thank You

Dear Master Gardener Editors,

Thank you for all your hard work! I enjoyed the Jan/Feb/Mar issue. I have passed on your information about growing broccoli sprouts to several people.

Thank you, Julie Osslund

I am submitting a haiku for your consideration;

Black capped chickadee
Calls out a cheerful greeting
from a peaceful tree.

haiku bird

Rules from ‘In Defense of Food’ by Michael Pollan

Don‘t eat anything your great grandmother wouldn‘t recog-nize as food.

Don‘t eat anything incapable of rotting.

Avoid food products containing ingredients that are a) unfamil-iar, b) unpronounceable, c) more than five in number, or that include d) high-fructose corn syrup.

Avoid food products that make health claims.

Shop the peripheries of the supermarket and stay out of the middle.

Get out of the supermarket whenever possible.

Eat mostly plants, especially leaves.

You are what you eat eats too.

If you have space, buy a freezer.

Eat like an omnivore.

Eat well-grown foods from healthy soils.

Eat wild foods when you can.

Be the kind of person who takes supplements (but don‘t).

Eat more like the French or the Italians or the Japanese or the Indians or the Greeks.

Regard nontraditional foods with skepticism.

Don‘t look for the magic bullet in the traditional diet.

Have a glass of wine with dinner.

Pay more, eat less.

Eat meals.

Do all your eating at a table.

Don‘t get your fuel from the same place your car does.

Try not to eat alone.

Consult your gut.

Eat slowly.

Cook, and, if you can, plant a garden.

Rules from In Defense of Food by Michael Pollan

 

Winter Poems

Winter Trees

All the complicated details

of the attiring and

the disattiring are completed!

A liquid moon

moves gently among

the long branches.

Thus having prepared their buds

against a sure winter

the wise trees

stand sleeping in the cold.

Poem by William Carlos Williams

One kind word can warm three winter months. » Japanese Proverb

I prefer Winter and Fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape – the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of Winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show. » Andrew Wyeth

Winter is not a season, it’s a celebration. » Anamika Mishra

No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.

A snowdrift is a beautiful thing – if it doesn’t lie across the path you have to shovel or block the road that leads to your destination. ~ Hal Borland

 

Winter’s Garden

I must go into the garden again

to find the limestone and clay

Be waiting by the morning rise

amongst its sleepy decay

but I need no garden to soothe

nor right as would be believed

I need no foot on buried steel

Nor flowers or such conceived

I must paint a canvas filled

with ochre, orange and green

My brush may still hard fabric

As I imagine what I had seen

Or my colours could be dark water

like the rivers of Arcadian deep

Careless what my mind perceives

what it sows or what it reaps

I might write sad tearful verse

words might as hammers fall

Roar and blow like creaking bellows

in the dark of my minds thrall

Or I could sit and watch a while

raise my head close my eyes

Beautiful words nature has spoken

and wonders in earth and sky

Copyright © Declan Molloy | Year Posted 2015