Tag Archives: horticulture

The tomatoes are humming

Posted on July 31, 2015 by The Ancient Eavesdropper

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Out in the greenhouse, inspecting the vines, counting and sorting, wasting my time. ? One tomato this, one tomato that, protruding off in space, landing in a case, humid and sweaty with the whir…

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Apple abacus

Posted on September 3, 2014 by The Ancient Eavesdropper

Fruit trees swing side to side in the breeze — their apples oscillating like beads on a giant abacus — counting the harvest.

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Cabbage patch

Posted on August 17, 2014 by The Ancient Eavesdropper

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Zeppelin-sized zucchinis

Posted on November 11, 2013 by The Ancient Eavesdropper

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Out for a walk in the garden this week thinking I’d picked the last of the summer veggies, when I stumbled upon two botanical whales beached atop jute fabric, I knew I was wrong…

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Zeppelin-sized zucchinis

Posted on October 4, 2013 by The Ancient Eavesdropper

Out for a walk in the garden this week thinking I’d picked the last of the summer veggies, when I stumbled upon two botanical whales beached atop jute fabric, I knew I was wrong – my mind reeling like Captain … Continue reading →

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The tomatoes are humming

Posted on August 17, 2013 by The Ancient Eavesdropper

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Out in the greenhouse, inspecting the vines, counting and sorting, wasting my time. One tomato this, one tomato that, protruding off in space, landing in a case, humid and sweaty with the whir of…

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Small potatoes

Posted on August 14, 2013 by The Ancient Eavesdropper

Self awareness is small potatoes in the world’s garden. We are but one tuber tangled with billions of wormholes, minerals   & roots, thumbing  our way through the universe.

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Canning jam

Posted on July 15, 2013 by The Ancient Eavesdropper

Canning jam, tin lids pop sporadically, sealing sweets under glass, stealing my tongue away from poems.

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Eating electric lettuce

Posted on July 7, 2013 by The Ancient Eavesdropper

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My eyes roll down beside my feet like two golfballs brushing against neon greens, electric chlorophyll static shocking cones of my retinas, stunned silly seeing Spots run, I bend over, fingers shoveling salad foodstuffs…

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Blueberry Belt-line

Posted on July 6, 2013 by The Ancient Eavesdropper

We dextrous raccoons picking fruits, finger-stained satisfaction, hands in bountiful blueberry bouquets, bowling edible marbles into buckets, a few purplish pincushions bound by threads, sleeping spiders stirred from their webs, weird mutant avian calls projected thru a loudspeaker overhead, scaring … Continue reading →

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