A Poem for Saturday...

There's a packet
of wildflower seeds
on my desk.
Black-eyed Susans.
The packet is
seven years old,
unearthed in some
recent cleaning frenzy.
Perhaps, in spring,
I'll inearth them
and see if flowers
will grow from
forgotten seeds.


  1. I know I could discover some old seed packets in a kitchen drawer...but I don't have your talent for poetry!

  2. The best flowers come from "forgotten seeds." Take care.

  3. Planted in fertile soil, tended with care...

  4. Love the pictures for the week. The fall colors there are amazing. We are just now getting some color and I am delighted.


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