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From Tampa, Vegas, Fort Worth & Fresno the sisters write to Farmer's Almanac. Sarah plants a butterfly bush for the purple, nectar-rich splendor in a pot. Hannah wants some pink extravagance to beckon hummingbirds. Nancy Jean raves about the arching shoots, the spiky tresses. Sylvie says, 'Prune anytime!' I study my ho-hum West LA backyard. Not the best soil, but good drainage. I read the warnings: grasshoppers will chew the leaves to lace & caterpillars will feast on whatever's left. Then the spider mites. Maybe I can learn from Tampa, Fort Worth & Fresno, even if we don't agree on everything. Black Night Harlequin Dwarf Blue. Evil Ways Lambs Ears Orange Wooly Maybe we can agree on hummingbirds. The balance of alkaline & acid. -- Copyright 2020 Joan E. Bauer. A version of this poem previously appeared in Poetry Leaves.
Yes, I am a member although my larger group of sisters revolves around milkweed.
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