Grandma's Orchard

A Harvest of Poetry

Welcome to My Orchard. For many years this eighty-some-year-old lady has found it easier to share her life interactions with words in written form, either prose or poetry. For years they have only been like seeds planted in the soil of book clubs, cafes, and public readings plus some that were recognized and published mainly on the Internet, but the bulk has now grown into trees and their fruits wait to be enjoyed. If fruits that have ripened are not collected and shared, they will fall to the ground. But if they are collected and cared for quickly, they can still be savored. Once they have lain on the ground without receiving any attention, everyone loses...the fruit never has a chance to fulfill its purpose. So I am offering a variety of poetic trees from which to select an assortment of life-flavored fruits . . . you just have to find and enjoy those that you relate to or have a taste for. There is no hurry. Take your time and savor some from all the different orchards. The first orchard I titled “Seedlings” because, as Phineas P. Quimby stated, “Thought like the seed germinates and comes forth, like the tree, in the form of an idea. It then waits like the fruit to be eaten.” There are a few more orchards beyond the “Seedlings” and I hope you visit them all often . . . enjoy their special fruits and share them with my blessings!