Mary P. WilkinsonWhat’s in a Tree?I can’t say exactly how small our living room was in that little house we rented on Coconino Avenue in Flagstaff only to tell you that I…Dec 23, 20181Dec 23, 20181
Mary P. WilkinsonFlorence, keep goingStuck in traffic. Slow moving. Along the University Road. Nothing too interesting. We’re tense. Too much stuff going on. Forgetting easily…Apr 27, 2018Apr 27, 2018
Mary P. WilkinsoninInvironmentI think I planted the peas in April.I am sure I went to the garden store. Ambled the tiny aisles looking for myself in what was offered.Aug 1, 20164Aug 1, 20164
Mary P. WilkinsoninInvironmentHope and ExpectationThe cuckoo was late this year. I fretted over that. Stood in the back porch, ear cocked to the bog in anticipation, talking sense into…May 6, 2016May 6, 2016
Mary P. WilkinsoninInvironmentStrawberriesThere was a long dining room in our house. Tall windows to the south and the north. My mother favoured the south side. She was always to be…Apr 28, 20162Apr 28, 20162
Mary P. WilkinsonOn the edge, like dancersAnd you what’s app me from Chicago as I’m cleaning up after dinner. I try to picture you, tired and scrambled struggling through security…Apr 25, 20161Apr 25, 20161
Mary P. WilkinsonThe Pruning GuyWe had to have our tree pruned preferably by someone who might understand our years of growing. The way the tree had managed to design our…Feb 11, 20161Feb 11, 20161
Mary P. WilkinsonSTORMSI ventured out into the garden before the next gale hit the land. Pottered about. The small dog at my feet. The first thing I did was to…Feb 6, 2016Feb 6, 2016
