In the yard, the horde of wild garlic heads have begun to rise from their private ruminations and aim their long beaks together at the sky.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
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Three stalks of garlic in the yard...
Three stalks of garlic in the yard have kept their heads throughout this long winter, seasoning the snows. The distant fluting of geese.
Also tagged Canada geese
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On the garlic tops below the porch,...
On the garlic tops below the porch, the skins are peeling back, burst by the pressure of insurrectionary mobs with wild green hair.
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The garlic in my yard has a conspiratorial...
The garlic in my yard has a conspiratorial air, heads coiled, beaks thrust in every direction. Nearby, a lone wild onion’s Medusa hair.
Also tagged wild onion
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Garlic tops still point at the ground...
Garlic tops still point at the ground like dysfunctional minarets. Goldfinches weave through the canopy, circling the thistle-spined sun.
Also tagged goldfinches
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On the far side of the driveway, the...
On the far side of the driveway, the heads of the garlic multitude have uncurled, and they stand with their long bills pointing at the sky.
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