Love Letter to Harmony Hill, Drinking in the Green

First red bell like bud which becomes a juicy sweet pomegranate

Drinking in the green of what might be my last spring on Harmony Hill.

Cows, calves, horses, goats munching on the green grass bursting up from the last rain.

Yellow and purple iris explode in front of the house.  Hollyhock, crouching ready to lift pink, white and red puckered flower heads, poised for opening

The orange trees dripping with both fruit and blossoms.  Artichokes within the curtain of sharp edged elegant leaves, need just a bit more plumping.

Explosion of new figs and pomegranates darkening, sweetening for summer’s delight.
(written April 2014

Mama plus 10

ON THE SALE OF MY FARM
Robert Frost
Well-away and be it so,
To the stranger let them go.
Even cheerfully I yield
Pasture, orchard, mowing-field,
Yea and wish him all the gain
I required of them in vain.
Yea and I can yield him house,
Barn, and shed, with rat and mouse
To dispute possession of.
These I can unlearn to love.
Since I cannot help it? Good!
Only be it understood,
It shall be no trespassing
If I come again some spring
In the grey disguise of years,
Seeking ache of memory here.

{1911}