Tuesday, 7 August 2007

Weeding

anything I weed today will not grow back tomorrow. With the possible exception of the bindweed. But I have to show willing and join the fight. I weeded for an hour tonight, the front garden has been a little neglected with the other work going on.


The Bond of Bees, Keri Hulme, author of the "Bone People"

I'm Blending my mind
With the ease of wine
From candle flowers
On a warm afternoon
And a bloom of bees
From the kamahi
Resounds resounds
In the quiet room

Spikes to the honey
Bees to the comb
The yeast to the sweat mead
And now the mead home.




The roses are now in full second flush and look fabulous, I love them...

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