hello lemon tree. i have noted your location and will return forthwith to harvest a couple of your prized fruits. my lemon tree only bore 3 lemons this year and I already picked them and turned them into marmalade. you want me to do this. i can sense it.
you make frozen winter hearts everywhere smile. people wave at you when they pass. everyone admires your flashy coral pom poms. you’re great. i love you and so does everyone else.
right on yellow house!
you’re special. i can tell by the little pot of plastic daisies on your porch rail. only a house who is trying in earnest to be cheerful has those.
dear driveway garden,
you’re doing a good job. everything looks happy and alive. you’re just as good as all the other gardens. you’ve got spunk.
dear yellow mum plant gone wild, you’re very extroverted i can see. the way you’re growing right through the fence is astonishing. i bet when you’re owner bought you at trader joe’s last year and planted you she never dreamed you’d get so VOLUPTUOUS!
dear bougainvillea, you make me want to put on a pair of platform shoes and dance to loud disco music. or get out my pogo stick. one or the other. you’re FUN.
and you. old garage the color of sky. through your layers of peeling paint and clouded windows i can see the essence of who you really are. you’re a real find. steady & true. those boring new garages don’t have anything on you.
dear blog readers:
it’s friday. i’ve just started my 45 day vacation. i can now be a self i haven’t been for awhile. galloping free! disco dancing! writing love letters to plants and houses. it’s how i roll.