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barbsdad2003
Jun 22, 2007 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

bugs have needs

 
 
I like fair backyard butterflies
and their likin’ weeds
 
they seem fond of flow’rin’ spearmint—
they have nectar needs—
 
and own both the spine and mettle
to adore the bloomin’ nettle

— barbsdad2003, Jun 22, 2007

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weirdelf

weirdelf

18 years 11 months ago

A challenge

These more recent works of yours, so concise yet meaningful, make me want to see you write in haiku cheers, Jess
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barbsdad2003

18 years 11 months ago

Plugging Away

Hey, now! I'm still plugging away at my own (renegade) style ... and without throwing a monkey (and his) wrench into the works (woks?) to complicate things further. Thanx for the suggestion, though. In the meantime, I'll be out back challenging the (what I think is) edible wild greenery. As usual, yours, Chuckles
weirdelf

weirdelf

18 years 11 months ago

oh man

I wish i could grow edible geenery. Unfortunately and fortunately a huge gum tree prohibits anthing but native plants and a proliferation of birdlife in my garden, especially kookaburras. One has not lived or laughed until one has heard the lucid yet deliriously mischievous laugh of a kookaburra. Did I say there was a drawback in my supermarket? cheers, Jess
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barbsdad2003

18 years 11 months ago

I Haven't Been Clear, I Guess

I don't (that is, I do not ever) grow edible greenery. I neither water nor care for my backyard edibles. They do just fine wild and on their own. And I mostly avoid supermarkets. What I eat is native. Most of it going nameless. Mrs. Woodchuck, esp. through spring and early summer, has pointed me---though by her, I'm sure, inadvertently---to edible native plants. Squirrels and birds help in that regard, too. I've now learned enough from various animals that I can tell on sight (sometimes with aid of feel and/or smell) whether a plant is edible---and I delight in trusting those intuitions. Every meal becomes an adventure. Life is good. Yours, Chuckles PS: To say it all sparely: What other people call weeds ... I call food.

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