Tag: Haibun

#Haibun: Beach Party

During my early teenage years, I was a surfer girl. On the weekends, my friends and I would pile into an old beat up station wagon and drive down to Galveston, Texas. Ginger’s older brother was our driver and guardian. Those were fun and…

#Haibun: Independence

There was a time when I was proud to call myself an American, but that has changed. I’ve never cared much for politics, or organized religion. To me, they are both ways to try to control the masses and keep us in check to…

#Haibun: Summer Feeding

From my writing room, I have a view of the front garden. The sun is rising in a pale pink sky and peeks through my window, creating rainbows from the hanging prisms. It is here, in this magical place where I watch the panorama…

#Haibun: Morning Rain

The cool spring morning shower washes away the dust from the windy days. It’s a welcome relief to the dry land where water is a precious resource. Honeybees drink at the edge of puddles, and lizards hunt the insects emerging from the damp earth….

The Farmer’s Market

When I was a young child, my mother would take me to the Farmer’s Market with her in Houston. I always looked forward to those trips, because I saw things that amazed me. Whole cow heads staring at me from meat cases. a pile…

A Rose for Mother

My mother instilled a deep respect for nature within me. She taught me all I know about gardening and encouraged my curiosity about the world around me. I remember her best in the garden. Her slender hands stained from the earth, her eyes as…

Late Afternoon in the Garden

By late afternoon the air is cooling, so we take our wine to the garden to enjoy the shade of the velvet Mesquite. The sentinel of our backyard, it stands over 30 feet high. This is the time it begins to bloom with dense…

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