Category Archives: Writing

Winterizing

The day it snowed
the chickens crowed,
“What is the fluffy stuff?”

Their feet were cold,
they were not bold,
they fled back in a huff.

I changed their bed
and got them fed,
then had a little talk.

“Look here dear hens,
I’ve cleaned your pens,
start laying eggs or walk.

Their feathers puffed,
they squawked and huffed,
“Just give us one more try!”

I shrugged and clucked,
“You’re out of luck.
Start laying eggs or–…!”

Discovery

I found him in the garden
hiding in plain sight.
He slowly turned his head
and then he tried to take a bite.

I scooped him in my bug house
and fed him grass and ants.
I showed him to my brother.
“This guy’s good for plants.”

I gave him to my mommy.
She smiled and scratched her head
“I think you are mistaken,
the male’s already dead.”

She pointed to its stomachs
and counted one by one.
“A girl has 6, a boy has 8
You’ve caught a girl my son!”

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CHOMP!

Hiding in the bushes,
nestled in the green.
Slowly turning back and forth,
you calmly watch the scene.

Rustling in the roses,
your head snaps to the side.
Cautiously you step, then pause,
your eyes kept open wide.

Sensing your dark presence,
the prey shivers in fright.
Stealthy, you close in and then–
CHOMP! You take a bite!

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Little Yellow Dots

Teeny, tiny yellow dots
are moving on the plants.
Little pinprick holes in spots
like sticky, icky ants.

These pollen looking pests all
crowd and gather on the stem.
Around the leaves they all crawl
and munch and crunch on them.

What are these nasty vermin?
And from where did they come?
Milkweed aphids have moved in
and made us all feel glum.

How far will this army go
with their full-blown attack?
Stripping leaves to my great woe,
they eat their milkweed snack.

Green Tomatoes

It’s quiet in the garden,
and yet I can’t explain.
All of my tomatoes seem
to stay a shade of green.

Some are jade with yellow stripes
and some with darker hues.
Some are trying hard to change
while others just refuse.

On the vine they linger,
a feast for all the bugs.
I gnash my teeth in anger
and watch the slimy slugs.

As one last hopeless effort,
I check back to the day
I planted these tomatoes.
What do the packets say?

When I looked at the pictures,
chagrined, I shook my head.
All were green and yellow striped,
not one of them was red!

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A Pile of Weeds

I look around my garden
and everywhere I spy,
a pile of weeds.

I gaze around my homestead
and suddenly I see,
so many needs.

My veggie patch needs tending,
my roses overgrown,
the vines grow tall.

My vineyard weeds exploded.
The mint attacks the grapes.
I see it all.

And then I hear a giggle,
I walk around the back…
and what a sight!

Two boys are in my garden.
They play a made up game.
Their eyes so bright.

Best Laid Plans

The caterpillars climb up high
to make a chrysalis.
They slowly knit,
they never quit,
until they make it fit.

As butterflies begin to fly,
they flutter in the breeze.
They flit and flee
around each tree,
each flower, bud and me.

Yet sometimes plans will go astray,
and transformations fail.
Poor wrinkled things,
with dark wet strings,
and withered soggy wings.

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But Mother Nature marches on.
The sun will rise again.
More butterflies
will soar and rise
and float up in the skies.

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Too Many Weeds

There are too many weeds in my garden, Mom.
I don’t know where to begin.

There are too many weeds in my garden, Mom.
Can we just start over again?

There are too many weeds in my garden, Mom.
I can’t tell a weed from a sprout.

There are too many weeds in my garden, Mom.
Please, can you help a kid out?

There are too many weeds in my garden, Son.
The dock has grown wild and untamed.

There are too many weeds in my garden, Son.
The thistles have made me ashamed.

There are too many weeds in my garden, Son.
If we work together we’ll win.

There are too many weeds in my garden, Son.
It’s too late to start over again!

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My Beans

In his little garden plot
Jacob planted seeds.
A flower here, an onion there
and 3 or 4 green beans.

Daily, hourly he would ask,
When will my garden sprout?
Feed them water, chop the weeds.
The sun will pull them out

One day Jacob found a vine
growing way up high.
He pointed and he jumped around
“My beans can touch the sky!”

 

 

Something New

Spring has zipped right into summer and the boys are outdoor explorers once again.

I bought little notebooks at the Dollar Tree last week. I thought they could use them as their Nature Journals. They’re small and easy to pop in their pocket for their outdoor explorations.

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As soon as they’d personalized their notebooks, they headed outside to hike the swales and search the property for something new to record.

Joe hopped on his scooter and hunt for milkweed.

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Jake waded through the tall grass searching for carrots.

 

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They both enjoyed showing me what they’d found and recorded in their journals.

Last night, while hunting for wild mulberries, we made quite the discovery.

“Mom! Come here and look at this! Hurry!”

Joe was by a large milkweed bouncing on his toes. “Look! A monarch butterfly caterpillar!”

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Jake, who’d been hunting for carrots again, ran over to join us. He was just as excited as Joe and both boys recorded the find in their journals.

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We contemplated putting it in our bug house, but ultimately decided to leave it in its natural habitat and observe it daily.

Joe added more detail to his milkweed drawing on the spot.

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We continued on our trek through the swales, once again in search of wild mulberries.

Today, when my nieces came over, the boys could hardly wait to show them the caterpillar. As I finished making a fresh cup of coffee, Joe burst in the house with some sad news…the caterpillar had been killed.

“A spider is eating it right now!”

He was shocked. Angry. Absolutely heartbroken. This spider had destroyed his monarch butterfly caterpillar.

I followed the crew to the milkweed to see the carnage for myself.

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It was a sad and gruesome sight. Joe wanted to get rid of all the spiders.

“This is how nature works buddy. Why don’t we find out more about this spider?”

He perked up a little bit at that, but I think he was more eager to find out its weaknesses so he could retaliate. Either way, the distraction worked.

We spent some time looking at pictures of spiders on the internet. One was too brown, another too small. We searched and searched, comparing our picture of the predator with the Google results until…we found it.

The Crab Spider had eaten the caterpillar.

 

“Now that we know what it is, we can research it. Find its weaknesses.”

“Ok Mom. But right now I’m going to go find frogs with the girls.”

Just like nature, a little boy’s moods can change in an instant. Something new pops into their mind…and they’re off on another adventure.

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A world of danger
A world of discovery
A world of wonder