“The Garden Wizard”
“The Garden Wizard”
Stirs my garden elf…
grows bud to violets-bold!
Now her daisy’s gold
oozes up from dampened earth
grateful for the air!
A wondrous magic unfolds
by God’s own mystical hand.
The Bromeliads just bloomed reminding me of my mother who was a wonderful gardener. She loved to transplant from one part of the yard to another and so her blooms did seem to grow ‘mid-air’.
I rescued bromeliads from a neighbor who moved and left the poor things behind, blistering in the heat; unloved. All they wanted was a little water which caused them to bloom profusely in appreciation.There is no warning they are about to bloom. No bud or stem. They suddenly ‘appear’, overnight, from deep in the dark recesses of the plant! The “magic” was water. It is 83 Degrees today, December 21, 2013. Nice to experience such a cool spell in South Florida.
“What evil lurks in the heart of men …?” – ah, straight back to childhood!
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Ah, the good ol’ days, right? I had to research the names of the radio programs online before I wrote my story, but remember, as a kid, putting my ear close to the fabric that covered the radio speakers. I think it was Mr. Guildersleeve that practiced that crazy, blood-curdling laugh. I gave up trying to spell the sound they made when they wanted it to be a ‘scary’ laugh.
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I think you are commenting on my “Things That Go Bump in the Night”, (my short story, for Speakeasy, right? I did write a poem, much earlier (last year?) entitled “The Garden Wizard”.
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