I’ve been savoring the micro-seasons of our garden and our climate zone. It’s the season of bottle-brush buckeyes, fireflies, and cone flowers. In our garden, the rattlesnake master is going to bloom for the first time, and both the taller-than-me bergamot and the royal catchfly are filled with buds, too. Bring on the next season of blooms!
It’s been a season away from writing for me. Hence, the repurposed poem I wrote and posted just about this time last year. Even though I haven’t been writing, I’m here to celebrate having written. I will write again. Everything in its season.
I’m glad I didn’t publish the July-December roundup schedule — there’s been a small change. Linda B. and Tabatha switched spots. I’ll be sending out the html code soon to those who’ve requested it in the past. If you want it for your sidebar, let me know at marylee.hahn at g mail dot com.
Buffy has this week’s Poetry Friday roundup at Buffy Silverman.
A(nother) Year of Reading 
Love your repurposed chant garden poem, so many wrapping-around-you alliterating sounds, I can feel it growing off the page, without the weeds though, thanks Mary Lee! ☺️🦋🐝
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Mary Lee – I love this poem! So full of garden joy. And thank you for saying your writing is in an off season. I feel that way, too, as I have been recycling old poems and stories for different things. I’m hoping to refill the well at a children’s lit conference in VA next week.
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I found myself chanting as I read–and wanting to see your garden!
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Mary Lee, your summer chant brings energy to your masterfill garden. A season away from writing-I often find myself unable to write given many issues that pop up in life. Your alliteration and chanting tone make me notice life in your garden.
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Wonderful!! Really enjoyed reading your garden chant and imagining all the beautiful blooms. Happy summer!
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