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HAY AND STRAW
Feeding bunnies, I’ve learned the difference. Hay is healthier than straw.
But when it comes to mulch, straw’s better. Leads to fewer weeds.
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Back to the Farm
“You want first-cutting? Or third?”
October, a dash to the farm for two more bales of mulch hay
a half-dozen ears of sweet corn, gourds, etc.
and then the wine store
before grilling thick pork chops
poem copyright 2016 by Jnana Hodson
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WITH OR WITHOUT INCENSE
Every autumn, I drain and put the hoses away. Shut off the water. Move other stuff into the barn and shed.
Just one more round of rituals that could be accompanied by incense.
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BRICK RATHER THAN WOOD
Despite all of the clay soil in the city, one of the puzzles is the prevalence of wood construction. The downtown, with its mills, stores, and churches, is an exception.
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PALLADIAN WINDOW
High style in the region from the mid-1700s. This example is from Portsmouth, New Hampshire.
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GARDEN STORES AND NURSERIES
This time of year, it’s off for mums. This is, especially, New England. It’s all part of the look.
My wife has her favorite nursery, Bluebell, in Lee. They really know the quality of what they carry. The way a good bookstore does.
So where are you headed? And why?
THIS TIME
over the kitchen, one black walnut is bare
the other’s just beginning to turn yellow
10 pumpkins wait beside the driveway
even before I collect squashes and gourds
from the garden
autumn touches, make my Lady of Spices happy
chrysanthemums and a few poppies
reset to barrels and pots around the barn and kitchen entry
the mums in the barrels so gorgeous
next to the pumpkin-filled wheelbarrow
the harvest in a wheelbarrow – eggplants, too
or vines in the compost
our blooming cardinal flower
makes me wish more had survived, even just one, to remind us
poem copyright 2016 by Jnana Hodson
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SHADED REPOSE
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SO JUST WHO’S NUTS?
Am I really a squirrel, as my wife suggests?
Sometimes I wonder.
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ONE BRUSH STROKE OR ROLLER AT A TIME
One of the places I’ll admit there’s progress is in the realm of house paint. The mere fact you can go in and have a custom color on the spot that will match one you had mixed earlier is a huge advance. No more guessing. And that’s even before we get to latex, which cleans up with water, rather than oil-based or lead-infused paints.
No more color chips that were way off what showed up on the walls. Oh, how I remember my mother’s lamenting on that one, especially when they’d hired a family friend who was part of a professional painting crew. She hated the color, especially after they tried to correct it.
Now, if the blue tape only worked so well.
