Lake Lewisia #661

Clover fills in lush,
a welcome-home meal laid out:
unicorns return

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Windmill daisies spin
to rival a western wind:
pollen seeks a nose

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Stalactites grow long
as last month's rains percolate:
late news in deep caves

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LL#661

(for National Haiku Day)

Today's Keyboard Smash

Oh, I have done ALL the gardening. Repotted plants. Treated another outbreak of mealybugs. Collected and planted seeds. Cleared spaces for the four points tire planters, filled them, and transferred in the greenhouse plants moving to them.

Was this a good thing to do when in the midst of a flare? No. Do I feel like refried roadkill now? Yes. Do I regret my choices? Sadly, no, not particularly. Stubbornness has managed to eke out another narrow, nearly pyrrhic victory over chronic illness. Yay...