Ashtree Honeybee









Southern California native with a wild wolf heart. I feel most alive in the garden, cooking up delicious meals in the kitchen, or in bed with a good book and my man bear. Explorer of the mind, adventurer of the soul. I enjoy camera clicks, homemade goods, baby giggles, and open country.
*All photos by me, unless otherwise noted.




Eve Revisited BY ALISON HAWTHORNE DEMING Pomegranates fell from the trees in our sleep. If we stayed in the sun too long there were aloes to cool the burn. Henbane for predators and succulents when the rain was scarce.   There was no glorified past to point the way true and natural for the sexes to meet. He kept looking to the heavens as if the answer were anywhere but here. I was so bored with our goodness I couldn’t suck the juice from one more pear.   It’s here, I kept telling him, here, rooted in the soil like every other tree you know. And I wove us a bed of its uppermost branches.

Eve Revisited

BY ALISON HAWTHORNE DEMING


Pomegranates fell from the trees
in our sleep. If we stayed
in the sun too long
there were aloes
to cool the burn.
Henbane for predators
and succulents when the rain was scarce.
 
There was no glorified past
to point the way
true and natural
for the sexes to meet.
He kept looking to the heavens
as if the answer were anywhere
but here. I was so bored
with our goodness
I couldn’t suck the juice
from one more pear.
 
It’s here, I kept telling him,
here, rooted in the soil
like every other tree
you know. And I wove us
a bed of its uppermost branches.

Posted January5th at 8 05 pm