One April night, Earth's cloudy, coal-black screen / Tore with a bellow, lashing all the streets / With myriad malformed spherules full of sheen / And coating them like chalk-white, lengthy sheets…
Come play in the Lonely Maple Wood, dance in the Winter Wonderland, dream of of things to come at Love's Open Door. Within the pages of the MockingOwl Roost issue "Beauty" you'll find the wonders of nature, humanity, animals, and more, inviting us each in to delight in creation and each other.
Nine years ago I picked up two tiny, summer-bearing, full-sun berry plants for an 11-foot-long garden box that I’d situated along the sunny side of my garage. Today that box overflows with canes —
But now, after fourteen years of writing plant care articles ad nauseum, she was ready to resign and return to some menial retail job or something, even if it meant she’d struggle financially.
As I began my walk, I immediately noticed one thing: dandelions. I don't know how they do it every year, but they come in droves. Seriously, there were a lot of dandelions.