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  • RhymeLovingWriter
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    Thank you LG - that helps me remember the 'up' side when the work seems overwhelming. You are so right though - I wouldn't miss this opportunity for anything!

  • RhymeLovingWriter
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    Oh so wonderful to see your name in the queue again too AtL! How have you been? I have to admit I'm surprised by the rate of redundancy - but you're exactly right that keeping busy has helped with the sadness. Thank you so much for taking time to read and comment!

  • lunar glide
    I enjoyed the wholesome artistry that anyone who has worked the land or even seen a farm can appreciate. It's hopeful and green!

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  • AlexandratheLate
    This touched me as moments in time. Sometimes the simple things in life and their redundancy - how we do them to fill in the gaps of sadness. Maybe it’s just me but that’s how this touched me. Well done Paula!!

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  • grant hayes
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    Coming back to it, I'm appreciating the artistry even more. This is a fit companion piece to your Water Ways, and, like it, would be amazing 'in situ'. You could build up a suite of this kind of piece. I don't see anything particularly 'off' about the formatting or punctuation.

  • RhymeLovingWriter
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    Very true. My sister is going to teach me to prune properly one of these days (my pruning usually resembles a hack job), as she got her degree in horticulture. Her book knowledge, joined to my father's lived experience on the land, made them a wonderful pair for reference. As for weeding, though some find it therapeutic, I, like you, find it a chore.

    Thank you for taking time to read and comment Grant. I realize, after looking at this again that some formatting/punctuation choices are a bit off. If I could only bypass the arduous path to getting published and gaining critical acclaim, my eccentricities could be lauded.

    Nice picture BTW!

  • grant hayes
    I identify with this, Rhymist, having been yoked to the task of groundsman, once upon a tyme. The lawn mowing I didn't mind so much; it was the edging, pruning, and weeding that seemed a curse sometimes.

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  • RhymeLovingWriter
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    I haven't learned to drive the big tractor yet, but my 'lawn tractor' skills are improving.

  • divot
    Green acres is the place for me

    Farm living is the life to lead

    Land spreading out so far and wide

    Keep the city, give me the county side

    You can do some real thinking on a tractor

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  • RhymeLovingWriter
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    Good suggestion. The main pastures are rented out and have cattle who will one day be turned in to clear the corral (if the fences are good), but they won't roam the yard area freely. Once we're fully established we'll have chickens, maybe a sheep or goat, guineas (birds that love bugs), etc. Those days are more than a year away though.

    Stickers are the name I learned growing up for any plant whose seed (or maybe fruit) grows into a hard, pointed or prickly mass (i.e. sandbur, cocklebur, buffalobur, etc.). When you walk through a patch of them, they 'stick' into your shoes, onto your clothing, etc. and can hurt big time if you forget and wander into a patch unprotected (you wouldn't get far).
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  • BiocideJ
    Stickers are that flower who's
    petals like medieval mace
    pierce and cling to pants and shoes
    or worse find any bare-skinned place

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  • Johntee
    Beasts you need
    to eat the green
    and save the life
    of your machine.

    What are stickers?

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  • RhymeLovingWriter
    started a topic Green, Green...All of the Above

    Green, Green...All of the Above

    Because mowing the grass has now become a large part of my outdoor life.

    Green, Green

    Growing Things
    All of the Above

    Of Home

    “Welcome to our world,” they say,

    (growing taller day by day).

    “Have you got some hours to spend,

    mowing us from end to end?”

    Since I did not know the scope starting out,

    it’s helped me cope.

    One day, two, plus part of three,

    (still some spots eluding me).

    Learning habits, old as hills,

    newbie farmers count as thrills.

    Now, it’s new, and kind of fun,

    (dreams of rest when I am done).

    Wait - did I say done? I lied.

    New growth has already tried

    taunting me into a race,

    trying just to match its pace.

    Sun and rain with clear, fresh air

    speedily assist repair.

    I am interloper here

    where the wild things rule the sphere.

    Still, I’ll work to make some peace

    so the mower blades can cease

    ever-constant motion, aimed

    toward the day when, green things tamed,

    maybe once a week will do

    (lasting never more than two)

    days, that is, to mow it well.

    (trimming too - makes minutes swell)

    into hours, end on end,

    waiting ‘round the grassy bend.

    Morning dew has dried. I stir,

    mower blades begin to whir.