Chrysanthemum morifolium or the “Hardy Garden Mum” is what I thought this flower was, until I was informed otherwise. It is a Dahlia.
April is the cruelest month. Dry and despicable. Knelling the death toll of pleasant spring. Hinting at the long summer ahead. Stretching on endlessly. Waiting for the showers and the May flowers – The Flamboyant and the Laburnum When showers become golden and red-hot life blooms from those vistas of trees Then the heart will… Continue reading April
I was sitting in the calm, cool in the comfort of my car, When the dust storm hit. Just before the big fat droplets pelted down far apart in space and time, The streets were turned into an enormous dustbin Deity seemed to be vacuum-cleaning The dry leaves of a pre-summer heat had fallen to… Continue reading Dust Storm