This poem describes a garden I just visited in November in Florida. Fall is one of two extremely prolific growing seasons in Florida, the other being Spring. Each holds its own delights. Hope you enjoy this tapestry. Thanks for coming by to read! Globular yellow fruit, Pendant and raw, Puddles of passionfruit Drip down my …
It’s spring in North Florida. By far, the finest season, but always far too short. Come enjoy my fabulous fashion show, and thanks for coming by to read! The mustard bolts. The land revolts. The weeds are in a dither. The pond slips on A yard of land, Grass floating yon and hither. …
We’ve had a few last, precious days of spring recently, in Florida. That only serves to remind us of the dreadful, thick, humid heat ahead. The spring plants seem to reflect this sentiment, and lose all motivation this time of year. Hope you will enjoy this poem, describing our sorry plight. Thanks for reading! They’re …