Lookin’ at Plants: Common Tansy
A scent as strong as any florist’s bouquet bopped me on the nose. I mentally noted a check for that attribute.
Lookin’ At Plants: The Beginning
We were over the pandemic.
Not in the sense that it was close to an end - nor in the entitled “New York is Dead” and so I must go. But in the way that…
Momma’s Hands
I watched my mother’s hands
Not too narrow yet elegant
Ever so slightly kissed by age
Pores proudly on display