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  • April 28th, 2009 | 11:35 PM
National Poetry Month Haiku #28 Dogwood

When we bought this house a little over two years ago one of the first things we knew was that we wanted to get rid of a lot of the cement. And when I saw this sideyard I had an instant image of a green, lush secret garden sort of place. The picture on the left is when we moved in, and the picture on the right is from about a month ago. The gate leads to the front courtyard so when we have a party we can open it and people can wander through. After the new fence went up and the cement was taken up, we had the blue stone path installs and planted both sides with red twig dogwoods. Eventually the dogwoods will naturally arch over the sideyard, enclosing it, and making it the perfect place for my secret garden.

down the dogwood path
salamanders frogs and toads
I can only hope

--- Susan Taylor Brown
      April 28, 2009

@copyright Susan Taylor Brown 2009

There are so many stories only you can tell.Tell them, please.


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April 29th, 2009 01:05 pm (UTC)
Absolutely beautiful!
May 1st, 2009 05:31 am (UTC)
Thank you!
April 29th, 2009 02:08 pm (UTC)
That's a lovely picture! The feel in the picture of the secret garden area is totally different, more inviting, not nearly as sterile and lifeless. It looks great!

Our white dogwoods are in bloom here, too. They're so pretty.
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May 1st, 2009 05:31 am (UTC)
Anyday you would be most welcome.
April 29th, 2009 03:41 pm (UTC)
Hot Spots
Wish everyone would take up the cement and make small patches of enticing earth and plants. A lot of the "hot spots" in developed areas could be reduced.

Your pictures show some very nice results.
May 1st, 2009 05:34 am (UTC)
Re: Hot Spots
Thanks so much. I am really excited about the changes we have made in our small spots. Eventually I'll get the whole garden blog up with lots of before and after pics.
April 29th, 2009 06:05 pm (UTC)
That looks very nice!
May 1st, 2009 05:37 am (UTC)
Thank you.
April 29th, 2009 07:05 pm (UTC)
Side yard
What a difference! It's lovely now - a place to be, not just to pass through.
Barbara B.
May 1st, 2009 05:38 am (UTC)
Re: Side yard
Thanks Barbarba. Now I need to find a little bench to put between the dogwoods.
April 29th, 2009 07:27 pm (UTC)
Wow! What a transformation. Thanks for sharing your pictures and your secret garden.
May 1st, 2009 05:38 am (UTC)
Thanks for reading along, Linda.
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May 1st, 2009 05:39 am (UTC)
Thanks, Joyce. I'm excited to imagine it all grown in.
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Who am I?I was born on the Cancer/Leo cusp and share a birthday with Ernest Hemingway and Robin Williams. The similarities don't stop there as I can go from depressed to ecstatic without ever passing go. I feel scared most of the time though my friends call me brave and I find it easier to believe in my friends than to believe in my own abilities to make what I want out of my life.

Who am I? A wife, a mother, a daughter, and even, gulp, a grandmother.

Who am I? A writer who never gets tired of playing with words, even when the words are hard to find. A writer of books for children and articles for grown-ups and many things in-between.

Who am I? A motivational speaker, writing instructor, workshop leader and full-time follower of dreams.

Who am I? Read and find out.

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