Each week on Sharing Our Stories: Magic in a Blog, Ruth Ayres gives participants an open invitation to try a new writing technique. Last week, she blogged about how writers can weave bits of research into all forms of writing. So, I let her writing lesson marinate for a few days, and then I tried it.
My Strawberry Lawn
Yes, I am building a strawberry lawn – why you ask?
Grass doesn’t feed the birds
Grass doesn’t conserve water
Grass doesn’t give sustenance to pollinators.
So I try.
Weeds take over every space
They surround my strawberries
Choking my tiny plants
Yet, when you look closely
when you dig
just a bit…
and a bit more.
Tiny strawberry runners appear
Hope buried, beneath piles of crabgrass.
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9 thoughts on “Lessons from My Strawberry Lawn”
I’m so curious — and I love when you spin words into poetry. Your photos are delightful. I feel so lucky to get to write alongside of you.
Ah, hope buried … but it’s there! Enjoy your strawberry lawn! Can’t wait to see updates in the future!
We’ll be waiting to see the fruits of your strawberry lawn. I love how you wove research into your poem. And this line: “Hope buried, beneath piles of crabgrass” is full of so much meaning.
That “hope buried line”–I love it. I love the idea of a strawberry yard.
The resilience of hope “runners” even when buried– this is really skillful and I learned something new!
What a delight to have a strawberry lawn! I hope those runners spread like crazy.
Caring for a strawberry lawn takes time and work and so worth it. I wish you just the right weather to help your strawberries to grow. You grew words into a lovely poem.
Wow, a strawberry lawn! Just reading that brings images of a fairy wonderland to mind. I learned a lot from your lovely poem. Thank you.
What a fun idea! A strawberry lawn sounds delicious. I’m pulling for those strawberry runners and looking forward to a pic in the future.