June 21, 2014 
phrilled
phrase-sia
blooms in
wormed
“would’s”
lilt of lilies leaps from
tongue
to pen
sometimes back again
furrowed “see’d”
reaps
rose (of) scent-ences
and great composting
piles of
sh*t, too..
(pew!!)
Irrigation comes
from wind spit
since I eau
& a storm surge
>never hurts<
though soil may lay fallow thereafter
(or not)
directional
light bulbs
used in
lieu of solar heating
& surplus bulbs
contrary Mary buries
(strapping students on hippocampus help)
to germinate until Spring…
©Karen Robiscoe
Charron's Chatter 
…and hence a beautiful garden, natural, but not.
ah, Mary…kickin’ it homestyle over at Miz Tuffet’s, munching on whey too much cheese…:)
Hey U…happy Saturday…
You are brilliant!