Scape

2015

12" X 13"

Oil on Panel

SOLD

Just outside the kitchen window
and a little to the right
is the little wren.
Always.

When Zoe is here,
she relies on the wren’s first trill of the morning
to signal that it is ok to get her giggly self
out of bed and start her day.

In the early summer she, the wren, has a different job.

This summer she has built her nest in the birdhouse just above the garlic bed.
I wait with lusty anticipation all year
for the garlic to send forth those gorgeously delectable curly scapes
and this season her babies hatched
on the very same day those scapes appeared.

She, the wren, spends her busy days now
bouncing from Ted and Polly’s wind chime
over to the top of the grape arbor
out back to the mothership lilac bush
balancing on the tippy top of Miss Gail’s garden spire
then over to the curled perch of this garlic scape…
before popping into her tiny wooden front door.

So, there ya go.
Ted is having a blast this year
directing the muses every which way I turn around here.