Thursday, April 29

A poem for Thursday

I love the nonchalence of the birds in our field. They really own it and no matter how we try to protect our harvest , they find ways of getting  into the centre to the sweetest fruit.


5 comments:

  1. love the poem too! thanks for stopping by today. i'm not sure what site you are referring to? guerilla gardening? sounds interesting. happy may day!

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  2. Fitting poem for the season! :)

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  3. such a lovely season this year too, I think that the trees are frightened that they may not survive another winter and are producing as much blossom and fruit as possible.

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