Tag Archives: grass

Weeds, 1.  Nature versus man

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Guarded 

with weathered,

worn wooden fence

and barbed wire

protected from cars,

trucks and passers-by.

This side of the railing is

full of yellow-gold weeds.

Thank you to my friends,

Pauline and Anneli for

their suggestion of yarrow

as the name of the wildflower!  

In emerald green grass

lie white flowering clover

and intermittent dandelions.

Rascals wild and rambunctious all,

No wonder there’s a gate to hold 

you safe and protected from 

far worse and dangerous

Traffic.

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These poetic thoughts

created by Robin and

photograph taken by her.

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Thursday’s Doors ~ “details,” part 4

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Different roofing since original,

I am imagining and daydreaming.

Different grassy space overgrown

and covering instead of showing

stones or dirt path around barn.

The stone blocks and

wooden lathing look like the

original barn where  

the two double door sets,

as well as two single doors,

(other full length barn photo) 

look like they were made to serve 

utilitarian purpose in milling and

farming community located in

Delaware, Ohio. 

~ Stratford on the Whetstone ~

Thanks for sticking by me,

as I tried to march through the

dense grass where I feared ticks

or other bugs would burrow 

above my sock lines.

I could smell a marshy, loamy

peaty or earthy aroma, some mud

clumped onto the grid of the

soles of my tennis shoes.

This end of the barn especially

seemed to display its age, 

along with the owner’s

respect for its history.

Whitewashed barn siding

and newer styled green roof.

I liked green paint around 

windows and over boards.

Please check out a

wide collection of

Thursday’s Doors

on Norm Frampton’s blog:

http://miscellaneousmusingsofmiddleagedmind.wordpress.com

Come on down here, y’all and visit

a fine and true piece of history!

Mother Goose and her triplets

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Mama goose, 

watches over triplets,

enjoying sunny weather. 

She feels warmth upon her feathers.

Ever vigilant and protective of her

little ones, she glanced my way

and considered my sitting in

the grass to be of no danger. 

She proceeded to survey 

and scan the rest of the 

small pond’s perimeter.

Her husband has gone afar,

not swimming gracefully upon

nearby water nor in the grass. 

Nowhere to be found. She’s

proud, head held high,

convincing herself,

“Everything’s

going to be

‘alright.’ “

Winter’s emerging pale colors

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Gray, slate blue, baby blue

~~~ Skies ~~~

Swath of peach melba,

just enough to barely see.

Grainy green, scratchy tan grass.

Branches reaching, touching

corner of brilliant pine green.

Just a thought or two to

set your mind at ease.

Mild weather with

no storms ahead.

~ by reocochran xo

Sweet Caroline lyrics:

(Neil Diamond)

“Touching me,

Touching you.”

Happy birthday

dear Feb. 12th

famous people:

Abraham Lincoln,

Charles Darwin,

Lorne Greene,

Arsenio Hall!

(and others.)

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