grace grits and gardening

ramblings from an arkansas farm girl

The Last Days of Winter

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Brittle
wind howls,
cuts and moans,
re-awakens Mother Earth.

Blooming
flowers flirt
and vie for attention,
attract passersby.

Brilliant
sunlight streaming
through oak trees
does little to warm my soul.

Bright
days taunt and tease,
the end of winter,
the promise of something more.

talya

Musical Pairing:

Spring, Tracy Chapman

A gigantic thank you to fellow blogger Michelle Liew at Muses from the Deep: short stories, poems and reflections who nominated me for The Beautiful Blogger Award! Michelle’s heartfelt stories always leave me wanting more. Be sure to check out her blog.


Beautiful Blogger Rules:
  • Copy the award logo onto your blog 
  • Thank the person who nominated you 
  • Post 7 facts about yourself 
  • Nominate 7 bloggers/blogs for the award
My 7 Facts…

1. My first car was a 1975 yellow corvette.
2. I prefer early morning to late night.
3. My first job was chopping cotton. 
4. I have a hole in one.
5. I love to color.
6. I watch all the Charlie Brown specials on television.
7. My death row meal would be Poppa Rolla’s Pizza (Waco, Tx). 

My 7 blog nominees…

Someday, Somewhere
Coco and Cocoa
Writer’s Space
Another Government Employee’s Verse and Prose
The Rustic Pig
NorthShore Days

Check out the seven blogs listed above. I chose these particular ones because I love the style, layout and content. They are all beautiful!

grace grits & gardening

A Beautiful Morning

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The soil, surprisingly warm, feels of spring. 
New ferns, bright green and vigorous, are root bound, holding tight to their plastic containers. Last year’s tired ferns easily pop from the winter dirt. Transplanted to a less conspicuous spot in the back yard, I will nurse them back to health. 
Red dianthus and sweet alyssum, how I’ve missed you. 
The dogs follow me sniffing the rose food I spoon into the earth.
Vondee iris, tall and strong, will soon bloom.
From my monster rosemary bush, I trim cuttings, poking each into dirt with a splash of root stimulator.  As though I need more rosemary…
I drink coffee from the porch swing, savoring this moment, this first day of gardening. By nine a.m. the temperature is already in the mid-fifties—a perfect afternoon awaits. A mourning dove sings. She knows too. 
I smile at the potting soil packed underneath my fingernails. 

talya

Musical Pairings:

A Beautiful Morning, The Rascals

Food. Farm. Garden. Life.

THANKS FOR READING!