Because the mower did not come
the wild things grew
and sang wild songs
and the tulips remembered the melodies.

A grandmother’s bluebells
(long since forgotten)
woke up, looked around, told some jokes
because the mower did not come.

Because the mower did not come
the field balm threw a party and invited everyone
even the outliers and introverts

Field balm

Tulip and wild thing,
bluebell and field balm;
Thy will be done. 

(The mower, thank God, didn’t come.)

Wild garlic


Words are insufficient to the day.

Please let this anthem be my Easter gift to you.


Jesu, Lover of My Soul

Jesu, lover of my soul, let me to thy bosom fly, while the nearer waters roll, while the tempest still is high; hide me, O my Saviour hide, till the storm of life be past; safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last! Other refuge have I none; hangs my helpless soul on thee; leave, ah! leave me not alone, still support and comfort me. All my trust on thee is stayed, all my help from thee I bring; cover my defenseless head with the shadow of thy wing. Thou, O Christ, art all I want; more than all in thee I find. Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is thy name; I am all unrighteousness. False and full of sin I am; thou art full of truth and grace. Plenteous grace on thee is found, grace to cover all my sin. Let the healing streams abound; make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the fountain art; freely let me take of thee. Spring thou up within my heart. Rise to all eternity. Amen.


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