This morning the green fists of the peonies are getting ready
to break my heart
as the sun rises,
as the sun strokes them with his old, buttery fingers
and they open ---
pools of lace,
white and pink ---
and all day the black ants climb over them,
June 19, 1937
A strange thing happened to me today. I saw a big thundercloud move down over Half Dome, and it was so big and clear and brilliant that it made me see many things that were drifting around inside of me; things that...
Thanks again for such an incredibly warm welcome and kind comments from my day of presenting in Ft. Collins, at the High Plains Workshop. What a great crowd. And a crowd of gardeners!
I am late getting to this, but here are the main photos from...
Or, what's looming in my future.
Black Gilliflower. Ashmead's Kernel. Spitzenberg. Coming to my door. Tomorrow. YESYESYES!
From Trees of Antiquity's catalogue/description:
An old English russet apple, medium size, golden-brown skin with a crisp nutty snap. Fruit explodes with champagne-sherbet juice infused with a lingering scent of orange...