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Archive for May 2008
whacked
May 26, 2008 by Melanie Alberts.
My inexpensive, electric-powered weed whacker died a few weeks ago. Luckily, it’s been pretty dry and the weeds are just growing normally but in the usual places I hate for them to be. Soon after we bought our house I put some spare slabs of limestone down on a pathway to our back garden but took it up soon after as it was too uneven to walk on. Now there’s a pathway of weeds leading down to a jungle of even more unmanageable, unwanted foliage. I’ve pulled the weeds in the front lawn but I just can’t keep up. I’m not interested in spraying chemicals to kill them, although I confess I tried that once this season to mediocre results. Our weeds are the determined types. I really just want them to keep a low profile so they don’t upstage the major players in our garden. My husband is keen on getting a gas powered, professional quality weed whacker to mow down the high weeds springing up along the fence line but fears that if he buys one for me he’d want to use it instead (I’m the whacker, he’s the mower in the family). I see that as the best solution and am excited that this may actually be the summer we reclaim some space, tame these unruly interlopers and lay down stones that won’t trip us on our little suburban strolls.
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lying in the grass
May 11, 2008 by Melanie Alberts.
lying in the grass
with the blue sky around me–
such distance between
these brown tipped blades
and what is considered heaven
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father cardinal
May 5, 2008 by Melanie Alberts.
father cardinal
so bright, so red
so bold and strong
I hope you live on
I hope you live long
through the sky you fly
like a soaring butterfly
father cardinal
I hope you live on
by Zane Alberts (age eight)
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today i noticed
May 3, 2008 by Melanie Alberts.
today I noticed
the white sandals I wore
on our wedding day
were made of a dozen knots–
twelfth anniversary
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may day
May 1, 2008 by Melanie Alberts.
may day–
flicking the rock
out of my sandal
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