Poetry at my Feet, New Year's Day Edition

The photos I'd share if I was still on social media

One of the things (well, the only thing) I miss about not being on Instagram anymore is the inability to share my photos, particularly of the garden and yard and trees in our small corner of Seattle suburbia. So without further ado, here is a round up of images from New Year’s Day clean up in the garden.

Enjoy!

(l to r) Winter Hazel is the first to bloom, sweetbox (please, someone invent Smell-o-vision!), Jasminium Nudiflorum, another bright yellow spot. Pink Dawn Viburnum, decided to leave the outside tree ornaments up, quack, quack. Heather, our Santa lions in the cul de sac, I heart you rock group.

That is all, friends.

Happy New Year!

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Speaking of the new year, hello to new subscribers. And for those of you who might have missed it, here’s last week’s announcement about our online Book Club beginning January 29th around my new book, “Mining the Bright Birds: Poems of Longing for Home.” There’s still room to sign up—we’d love to have you!

Thank you, Megan.