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Category Archives: Gardening


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Red, Aren’t You?

These pears are one of my favourites. Firm and juicy and not so quick to bruise after you pick them.

They are red. Aren’t you?

Let me try that again. Put a little bit of French into the second part.

They are Red Anjou.

So delicious.

These pears are believed to have originated near the city of Angers, France, which was the seat of the Plantagenet dynasty. The pears showed up in the United States in 1842 and now represent 34 % of the  U.S. pear market.

I’m not surprised they’re popular. They are so tasty.


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Iris

This is the last of my alternating flower and bird photo poems. I suppose I could call them phoems. Thank you to those who hung in there until the end. I’ll spare you now and space out my posts a little more.

I love the heat, yet here I am,

With lolling tongue stuck out,

But please don’t take offense, madame,

I’m no ill-mannered lout.

 

 

I lure the bees in with my tongue,

They pollinate my throat,

And even though I’m still so young,

My beauty is of note.

 


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Hollyhocks

I don’t know if any of you followed Barb Beacham’s blog “Life in the Foothills,” but I got to know her a little bit through her posts. Way back, more than ten years ago, she sent me seeds of these hollyhocks from plants in her yard in California, which I planted in my garden here on Vancouver Island.  Sadly, Barb died of cancer in November of 2015, but her hollyhocks live on and I think of her each year as I watch her flowers bloom. She had a great sense of humour and I admired her creative writing. I still miss her.

The hollyhocks are strong and fine,

They bloom so straight and tall,

They like to stand up in a line,

And stay until it’s fall.

 

The flowers are like megaphones,

But silently they stand,

They like a group, but standalones

Do fine and look so grand.


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Lunaria

Otherwise known as money plant, silver dollar plant, and honesty (for its seed pods’ transparency).

My lengthy bloom should suit your needs,

You’ll find me in your garden,

With dollar coins to hold the seeds,

My greed I hope you’ll pardon.

 

I don’t ask much, just water me,

I’ll grow most anywhere,

In every yard I ought to be,

I’ll grow up tall and fair.