My wild columbine plants are all blooming, and lily of the valley. The iris have begun. My neighbor's lilac makes everything so sweet. I have volunteer honeysuckle in the front where it's hard to get things to grow, so I am leaving it there. The purple smokebush is deep in leaf, and blue bugleweed is marching out into the yard.
Friday, May 12, 2023
last blog entry, I planned to wipe down the chalkboard. Accomplished! It's ready for tomorrow's short poem. And I actually sent off that submission to The New Yorker. Wish me luck. In the meantime, I got a check in the mail--very rare!--for poems soon to come out in December Magazine, and I proofed a poem soon to come out in Image. From a lot of nothing, to a lot of something!