Tag: garden
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I am molten
I am molten, glowing, deep sun resides in me. Chloroform like, my scent infuses the air. TG
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Red leaves falling …
red leaves are falling like spinning dervishes on the eddies of the wind ulalating their final song we give you fire and glory before the dark months catching light in our veins. fruit, fecund, ripening, rotting lies on the good earth final food for hungry wasps our death. your life. they buzz. ©2010 Tori Green.
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Eden Ahoy!
Two of my favourite things plus a night away with my better half was always going to bode well. Dreadzone at eden project in Cornwall on October 1st was like having your favourite pudding and your favourite meal delivered by hand. The following day exploring the flora of Eden was like a 7 course meal…
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In celebration of leaves
In one of my mother’s diaries, writing about my first year, it says that I seemed to be only soothed by watching the leaves above me from the comfort of my pram. The patterns, colours and movement of leaves I do find fascinating. The veins of chlorophyll like a road system spreading across a continent.…
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An Ode to Moths
I’m a bit nuts about moths. It was the dead greater tiger moth that I found under the rose bush when I was three that did it. I carried it into the house and nestled it’s furry body into a matchbox, occasionally opening it to marvel at the delicate powdery wings and stroke a little…
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Bring back the buzz! ~ Help Save Bees
When I was a gardener occasionally a client would be heard to say ‘Isn’t that a weed?’ that I was tending. Instead of starting a long conversation about what is a weed and what isn’t; is the double headed poppy that appeared in my garden this year a weed because the seed must of fallen from…
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Ropewalk Community Garden
Ropewalk Community Garden is one of those little jewels hiding away in the centre of an urban concrete sprawl that you just never knew existed. Back in the cold early month of March I popped down on a drizzly Sunday morning to help with the weaving of a willow arch for the children in the…
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The Secret of Crocus
Back at the tail end of a long dark winter I picked up my partners Pentax Optio. In my pyjamas I crept out into the dark morning, like a bear slumbering out of its’ cave after the rain, and was absorbed by colour and light. Last summer I had bought a jumbo bag of spring…
