Same time last year
you were sprouting seeds.
This year, covered by
thick blue snow,
your everyday is a mystery
to infertile minds
planning the next onslaught
by rogue hoes, neglecting
hyped hope -- we are
weaklings; we are warriors.
[from a long poem, "Conversations with a Garden" by the blogger;
acknowledgment: Joel 3:10]
"I'm not sure what you're trying to say," says Virginia, "but I think you're comparing your garden last year and this year with the past year in Washington."
"Spot on," I say.
"And I think," says Virginia, "we seem to be farther than ever from beating swords into plowshares."
Public Art And The Magic Eight Ball
17 hours ago
Nice. Give my thanks to Virginia and best regards I feel like I know her.
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Spot on...that's one of Jo Pannabecker's phrases. As usual, you are spot on.
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