Poetry/Prose Mine Weeds June 28, 2011 Pam Rossow 8 Comments she preferred black tip manicures memories of misty rains sun soaked afternoons time stopped by a spade hands burrowing feeling earth’s heartbeat © Pamela A. Rossow Click it!Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Like Loading... Related
I think you pulled out the plant instead of the weeds :P…just kidding… I’d love to hear the earth’s pulse…perhaps after removing those weeds that have covered it… bella 😉 Reply
Ha-ha. I reallly needed a pic of a woman throwing seeds onto the ground since that’s been the extent of my gardening recently and it’s been working out nicely :-). Besos! Reply
Pamanner 
I think you pulled out the plant instead of the weeds :P…just kidding…
I’d love to hear the earth’s pulse…perhaps after removing those weeds that have covered it…
bella 😉
Ha-ha. I reallly needed a pic of a woman throwing seeds onto the ground since that’s been the extent of my gardening recently and it’s been working out nicely :-). Besos!
Are we smoking it now
No smoking of any kind. . .gross. Pulling and getting rid of weeds 🙂
Hmm..nice to be in touch with Mother Earth…lovely! 🙂
Awh, thanks 🙂
what are we planting?
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plantED a while back. . . mini butterfly garden 🙂