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REBOOTING MY FLOWERS

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Grass and weeds won the battle, tangled with flower roots so badly in my front flower bed, all plants had to be completely dug out. Now I need to start over. Reboot with new plants and bulbs. Only a few old-fashion daylilies and iris survived. I’m going for easy care perennials hardy enough to handle the cold snowy winters and hot dry summers in my area. To my delight there’s a potpourri of choices, restricted somewhat by price, time, energy and planting zone.

So far I’ve planted snow-in-summer, columbine, lavender, purple sage, basket-of-gold, plus the bare roots of daylilies, dwarf lilies & oriental lilies. I want to get balloon flowers, Cupid Darts, and something fragrant. Also planting anemone Grecian windflowers, hardy gladiolas, and bleeding hearts. Waiting until after Mother’s Day to plant tender flowers. The Rockies are notorious for sudden spring freezes or snowstorms hitting after a sunny seventy degree day. 😉

My goal is add a potpourri of color with coreopsis for cheerful yellow next to feathery blue flax, some pink evening primrose, purple Liatris (feather flowers) and coral bells. It’s fun to cluster color together the way Nature paints a meadow.

Right now my garden looks sparse and a bit sad, but hopefully someday it will bloom like these:

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SUMMER ZOOM

by Karen E. Rigley

Summer ends today. It zoomed by in a whirl of family, friends, weddings, funerals, babies, endless writing projects, trips up the canyon, to the lake, in the mountains, sizzling sunshine, hot summer nights, thunderstorms and birdsongs.

It feels as if summer barely dawned and now it’s setting, touching leaves with gold and scarlet as nights cool and days mellow. I already miss it. Now guess I’d better clean up fallen apples off the back lawn, deadhead the roses and tame some weeds.

DESERT NIGHT

Stars sparkle like sequins spilled across
black velvet skies
above
flatlands stretching forever
Desolation broken only by scattered
silhouettes of cactus, greasewood and sagebrush
harsh reminders of
survival
as a hawk swoops
down toward
an adventurous prairie dog scampering
back home.

KITTEN

Nature’s young
uncuddly
soft fur
golden splotched
patches
on creamy white
fiercely battles a
grasshopper

 

VALLEY EVE

A silver line of lake shimmers

deceptively in the distance

West

violet mountains guard the far horizon

East

giant mountains of timber and rock

tower nearly to the stars

rising in the sapphire evening sky

Sagebrush foothills slope into meadows

alive with fragrant wildflowers

Trees with heavy-leafed branches

cast flowing shadows

to the music of canyon winds.

 
 

WRITING VERSUS LIFE

by Karen E. Rigley

Writing and life clash. They each steal time and attention from the other, so a writer exists in a constant battle zone. We want to write. We need to write. Does life allow us to write?

Not without a battle. Whenever I hear the expression the writing life, I laugh. No such thing. You are either dealing with life or writing. Whichever creates the loudest demand at that moment determines which you are doing.

Juggling families, jobs, deadlines, and inevitable life crisis shoots holes through the best planned schedules, so writers constantly adapt often writing at weird times, odd places and occasionally awkward moments.

It’s agonizing to be struck by muse or impending deadlines right when life bombards you. So a writer charges forward plunging through the war zone attempting to successfully conquer both life and writing.

At this moment writing is winning – an hour from now? Oncoming fire.

TELL ME A STORY


Fly me away on the wings of dreams
Weave me sounds of laughter or screams

Scorch me with fire of dragon breath
Haunt me with tales of impending death

Introduce me to people I’ll never meet
Transport me to a distant or imaginary street

Thrill me with legends of brave young souls
Frighten me by evil spells, witches and ghouls

Entice me with magic of a lover’s kiss
Excite me with blaze from a laser gun miss

Enchant me with myths of lost jewels, genies and gold
Challenge me by ancient mysteries; puzzles of old

Tease me with shadows flickering in candleglow
Intoxicate me with joy, passion or woe

Whirl me toward heaven in a tornado high
Blow me like stardust across violet sky

Whisk me away to worlds, future or past
‘til my eyelids drift closed and I sleep at last.

DOUBLETIME

Blending two careers is my aim.

It’s all in organizing they claim,

yet, all the books and articles I read

fail to explain how to achieve

the unattainablse quest,

how to get enough rest.