More of the Same

It's so very very gray.

Go see a wonderful green elephant ear here. Scroll down past the elegant ice women in the arboretum; look for the rant about late winter and there you will have a glimpse of my dear Aunt Margie's magical green thumb.

Sadly my butterfly bush, weighed with snow, broke at the stem and this makes me terribly sad. I hope somehow it recovers.

Also Bea suffers again from an ear infection and will regurgitate her antibiotic. Ho hum.

On the plus side I've been writing lots of poetry, two new Kenya ones. . .I think it's the longing for dappled sunlight.

Rain on snow, four brown birds, dried black yarrow head

Bea calls