new york city, good morning

A METROPOLITAN CENTER

SO MANY!

SO MANY!

THEY COLLIDE

THEY EMBRACE

UNCOMPROMISED

new york city, good morning

urban possibilitarian garden scenes

a poem

from beth's window apartment

on the street corner

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the jungle returns to the jungle

life of summer

here come the hot days.

suburban flowers

some photos taken just walking around the corner....

bearded iris and lupine 

oriental poppy

colombine and coneflower

renew

 

and to Nature we follow suit.

Kindness Poem

Kindness


I hadn't noticed
till a death took me outside
and left me there
that grass lifts so quietly
to catch everything
we drop
and we drop
everything.


by Leonard Nathan

can you hear vladmir horowitz now?

can you hear vladmir horowitz playing yet?

the full moon is upon us,

may we sing her sonata!

may the wild weeds heal

photos from possibilitarian garden        may 2013

may the wild weeds heal

 everbearing, and red,
keep the bees buzzin'
and broccoli a-comin'

 Sit back, relax and watch new life grow
as if a hurricane ripped through.

Blessed be the sage that sits center
with elderberry on guard
and the egg-layers just scratching the surface.

Goodbye Garden

I will mourn the colombines
I must leave behind.
The calendula, the maypop -
whose smell is divine.
The soils I kissed and prayed for
I must hug one last time
and wish them on their merry myccorizial way.

The beds laying barren, I'll grieve the most
because the way they would boast
charmed me so
that they gave me such visions
that filled dreams and kept my heart aflame.

And of all that,
I must leave it there.
I will laissez-fair as much as I can bear
and some of my love and care I will leave there,
but most I will pack up with me
and take elsewhere.

So goodbye to the colombines,
Goodbye to the grapes.
Goodbye to the blueberries,
to the tomatoes on stakes.
Goodbye to the chickens- every last one.
Life for me is elsewhere
and this dream here is done.


For Possibilitarian Garden in Cleveland, OH, May 2013

Spring ReBirth!

As the saying goes, bloom where you are planted.  And well, appropriately enough, I have been transplanted to a new home and have been considering just this idea.  Like a little weed seed that has found her way into yet another crack in the pavement, I am moving from one extreme place to another.  From the hood to the suburbs, referred to as disturbia by some, I see that these two places have so much in common, in that they are so much of what this country is- either one or the other.  (Of course, either one of those two- or something completely different altogether!)

Either way, they are both places with great potential.  One because of the amount of need there is, the other because of the amount of resources available.  So, now having come from a place of great need, I rest in the place of significant resources (mostly unbeknownst to the people who live here) to contemplate what is next for this life.

I think of this little seed dropped in the pavement's crack, and I wonder, what will become of it?  How will it grow?   Where will it find its nutrients?  Will it bloom where it was planted?

And of course, as life wants to keep living, it must.  So, bloom where you are planted, little weed seed.  There is much more life to live!

Where is Possibilitarian Garden?

Possibilitarian Garden is in the heart.
It is that little patch of pesticide-covered grass in suburbia
waiting for salvation.
It is the corner of that intersection compacted by bulldozers making parking lots.
It is the little bed of perennials abandoned by the old house.
It is the vegetable garden in the backyard.
It is the flower garden out front.
It is the yogurt container with a bean sprouting in it.
It is the earth box on the deck.
It is the abandoned lot next door.
It is the moss growing on the roof
and on the side of that tree.
Possibilitarian Garden is in the heart,
and it will bloom forever.