Yes, consider it set in stone, these Harvard sentence-inspired pieces are going to be character sketches. I figure if I can write 100 of them I can bundle them into a collection. Working title: Hear me now.
I case you’re just catching up, here is how all of this Harvard Sentence hoopla started.
Enjoy
Rice is often served in round bowls
I have hardly a reason for saying this, as it’s mostly nonsense, a maimed man’s attempt to make sense of things, but I see no reason to serve rice in round bowls.
Had it …

This is one of my favorite plants, one I draw a lot of symbolism from.
The butterfly bush gets its name because its phallus-like clusters of fragrant flowers drive butterflies wild, and at all times one can find the bugs with the painted wings drinking from the blossoms. Unfortunately, it also is a bumblebee magnet, so whenever I move the lawn, one of the yellow-striped menaces dive bombs my scalp as I putt by on the tractor.
The bush on my yard is actually two bushes, one with white flowers and the …

There was a time (a month, actually) where I posted on this blog every day. Sure, it took signing up with National Blog Posting Month to get me to do it, but I like to believe my life was also more cooperative then.
Now, that just isn’t so, and as a frost keeps threatening to make me finally fold up my short-sleeved shirts for the season, I find I still have a stack of summer photos I had intended to have posted by now. So, it’s time to get caught up.
I …

Maybe you can help me find the name of this house plant, but what’s clearly my favorite detail about it is the almost painted-looking splotches on its leaves.
It was earlier in the summer when I took a couple of photos of the plant, captivated more by the living-ink blot pattern than the plant itself. I soon found that by switching the photo from color to black-and-white the contrast of the daubs of white on black leaves made for a fantastic image.
But this morning I tried something else. I dropped one …

For my next poem in the nature series I chose to focus one of my favorite little flowering vines, sweet pea, which grows on the edge of my yard. Besides its peculiar face-like blossom, it’s the plant’s extended blooming season that I enjoy the most. While other flowers have come and died these past months, the sweet pea has held its flowers from late spring until now, the end of summer.
In researching sweet pea I also learned about sweet William, a flower that is commonly used in Victorian gardens. The …