In the mid 1990s, I started some poetic ruminations in the Eloise Butler Wildflower Garden near my home, and have continued sporadically over time. I write sometimes of my surroundings, sometimes from a dream, and sometimes addressing the Spirit behind the garden who is weaving the pattern of my life from each day's colored threads. Recently, I (literally) dusted off the three little books I had kept, on and off, for a handful of years, and reread them. I'm also writing new entries - so this will be a mix of old and new. An experiment!
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