There are other oddments in between the hawkweed and moss in my loosely-termed "lawn." Wild strawberries bloom in great patches of white, never bearing a berry. Primroses in yellow and purple are scattered in the carpet of questionable "grass." The Periwinkle always surprises me with its bright blue eyes staring up out of a section twenty feet from where I installed it originally. "How'd that get there?" I wonder, since it was so reluctant to bloom where it was planted.
365Caws is now in its 14th year of publication, and was originally intended to end after 365 days. It has sometimes been difficult for me to find new material, particularly during the winter months, but now as I enter my own twilight years, I cannot guarantee that I will be able to provide daily posts. It is my hope that along the way I may have inspired someone to a greater curiosity about the natural world. If so, I can rest, content in the knowledge that my work here has been done.
Monday, April 29, 2013
Periwinkle Check
There are other oddments in between the hawkweed and moss in my loosely-termed "lawn." Wild strawberries bloom in great patches of white, never bearing a berry. Primroses in yellow and purple are scattered in the carpet of questionable "grass." The Periwinkle always surprises me with its bright blue eyes staring up out of a section twenty feet from where I installed it originally. "How'd that get there?" I wonder, since it was so reluctant to bloom where it was planted.
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