Grandma, want mud pie?
Three year old holds grubby mess
Grandma receives gift.
These days, I play in my garden.
The weather was almost seventy degrees in Portland yesterday.
My young student poetry club went outside to photograph the school garden.
Leaf skeleton compost
Nutrient provider now
Nurturing root life
Tulip heads poking out
Sunny day, winter's late gift
Thank you, Mother Earth
Go play in the dirt here.
8 comments:
I enjoyed reading these, I particularly like the line about leaf skeletons.
Wonderful images to comliment your haiku. I loved "winter's late gift." It's been nice here in No. CA too ;)
Beautiful haiku and the pictures are perfect. Soon, brilliant colors will replace the earth and we will rejoice.
The gift to grandma is delightful. I can just see it (and also remember it, as the give). :-D
These were wonderful- amazing how dirt and mud play(ed) such a big part in our lives!
Jone,
I like the feel of going from a child's wholesome attitude about mud to the gardener's insight to making good dirt.
Nicely haikued (is that a neologism?)
rel
great post and photos!
Fabulous haiku! The first one made me smile, and I could feel the cool mud on my hands. Thanks ;-}
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