Spring has sprung!

And it’s not always sweet. Anybody live around those horrible Bradford Pear trees?

(They’re native to China and Korea and were brought to the states in the 1900s. As far as I’m concerned, they should have kept them!)

Spring has me thinking of gardening, so today’s prompt is all about planting, sowing, and tending.

Here’s Your Prompt:

• Write about turning soil, the underside of leaves, worms in the dirt, pulling weeds, finding hard-packed clay, grubs, or dirt under your fingernails.
   
• Write about being transplanted.
   
• It’s a hot summer day, and you’re in the garden…
   
• His gardens next your admiration call,
  On every side you look, behold the wall!
  No pleasing intricacies intervene,
  No artful wildness to perplex the scene;
  Grove nods at grove, each alley has a brother,
  And half the platform just reflects the other,
  The suffering eye inverted nature sees,
  Trees cut to statues, statues thick as trees;
  With here a fountain never to be play’d,
  And there a summer-house that knows no shade.
   
  ~ Alexander Pope
   
• Take the word “flower,” or the name of a specific flower (rose, tulip, daisy, narcissus, chrysanthemum) and quickly jot down a word for each letter in the flower’s name. Now write a story, poem, essay or journal entry using all of the words.
   
• “Morning, Glory!”
   
• Write about the scents of night flowers, being alone in a midnight garden.
   
• “Unseen buds, infinite, hidden well…” ~ Walt Whitman
   
• What grows in a garden of earthy delights?
   
• True or False:

  There is no unbelief;
  Whoever plants a seed beneath the sod
  And waits to seee it push away the clod,
  He trusts in God.
   
  ~ Elizabeth York Case
   

• If aught possess thee from me, it is dross,
  Usurping ivy, briar, or idle moss;
  Who, all for want of pruning with intrusion
  Infect they sap, and live on they confusion.
   
  ~ Shakespeare, Comedy of Errors. Act II. Scene 2