Daily Note
Every day, a photograph, a poem. I am so anticipating the garden– our wild backyard of weeds and lilacs and dandelions and native plants growing and growing in their own way around the little frog given to me by my dear friend, Lorie. It will be tucked away again in the garden after a year of hiding inside by the water cooler to protect it from the workmen siding and roofing our little cottage. I can’t wait to see the green and the little frog again in the garden.
The Garden Holds
Stems of umbrellas
Sheri Edwards
Shade below
all little things
The garden holds.
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