
“There is no way of making a hedge grow like pruning it.” Alan Watts
Autumn Past Autumn past I pruned the melaleucas hard and the birds as always were angry with me, not appreciating the neighbour's needs, or the careless proximity of the swaying power line, let alone the need for sun on the darkening vegetable patch these shorter days; I promised the birds in sincere whispers that their boudoir would evolve more lush and inviting than ever in time for their nuptials, and though they scorned me, spring has proven me right and the birds are too busy to harangue me. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
Fun poem.
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Thank you Pat 🙂
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made me grin!
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Many thanks Ruth
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That repeating condundrum for the intuitive: do you harsh their buzz by saying “I told you so,” or let ‘em calcify their original verbal commitment to your shaky sanity? 😆
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I smile and let them get on with their day, just knowing is enough 🙂
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That’s ‘cause you’re a saint in the making
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🙂
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I love the role of the birds in this poem!
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So cheeky, many thanks Liz.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Many thanks Chuck, very kind as always. 🙂
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Always a pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, Paul!! Have a great day!
😊👍✨✨🎉
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This made me smile as I watch the birds busy courting outside my window!
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How lovely, and yes, here too, life is in full swing.
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Excellent description
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Thank yo very much VJ
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Welcome
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Melaleuca is a rampant grower. Though a beautiful tree, It is an alien species here, and attempts to eradicate it seem to have been in vain.
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Yes, here in its native environ it runs rampant 🙂
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Lovely!
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Thank you Patricia
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Thank you 🙂
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Reblogged this on OPENED HERE >> https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
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Much appreciated Michael
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🙏🏼
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Oh yes, i know this too. You can not do any garden work without asking the inhabitants. 😉 xx Michael
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That is so true, and I do 😉
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😉
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Beautiful
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Thank you
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