Here in my Deep Purple dreams

August overtakes

us, grasses brown- withering

Purple shines on fence

©Nancilynn Saylor

20 August 2017

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July

 

Early   too early the

summer heat melts us

like ice cream cones

held too long

in the hands of babes

sticky   hot   mess

our dogs loll about

searching for a cool space to stake out

on the tile beneath an air-conditioner vent

coffee over ice for humans, we

draw closed the drapes

against the humid swelter

beyond.

and wait for autumn.

Plumeria Blooming

I received my first stock

from the woman my father married,

a few years after our Mother died. They were

both eighty and set in their ways-she was

a hard-headed woman of German descent.

She snapped off a piece of hers

without fanfare,

jammed it in a discarded pot of dirt

and said, “here you go.Just  don’t leave it

outside in the cold or you’ll kill it-like your dad

almost did mine.” I cringed.

That was about as nice to me as she ever was.

Sad to remember her when I see my lovely

plant.

 

 

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Texas Summer

 

I woke up early for a Saturday but

 

not as early

 

as I, as a rule, do.

 

 

 

The weather today:

 

typical Texas late June,

 

90’s with high humidity.

 

This litany of weather will remain

 

more or less unchanged

 

except the final degree of heat,

 

as it ascends to the

 

century mark and beyond…

 

 

 

I slipped out in the early hours, to the garden

 

to gather anything I found

 

worth picking: 

 

a double handful of green bush beans,

 

Serrano and jalapeno peppers, abound-

 

almost thirty orange cherry tomatoes

 

glow like amber jewels to be plucked,

 

six full size tomatoes

 

that will join the

 

plentiful harvest on

 

three wooden shelves

 

in the sunny, western facing

 

window

 

Below that window rests

 

two buckets bearing more…

 

 

 

Today…

 

I make salsa

 

or spaghetti sauce.

 

 

 

The crop was good this Spring.

 

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