DAILY FLOWER: House Camellia no. 2 – Blooming today, 01-22-21

By Karen England, the Edgehill Herb Farmer.

Edgehill Herb Farm House Camellia no. 2

Two camellia bushes, planted side by side, came with the house when we bought it in October of 2000. They are planted so close together that they appear as one large shrub until they are blooming when it becomes clear that they are different varieties. Since I don’t know which varieties they are, I call them House Camellias no.s 1 & 2.

Four Whiskey Inspired Poems

Poems and Images by Karen England, the Edgehill Herb Farmer.

I have entered four poems in Flaviar’s poetry contest (Flaviar is a Spirits Club). They are reading the winning poems live on Instagram on February 4th, 2pm pst. If you tune in, you 🤞🤞 might hear one of my submissions. In case I don’t win, here are my entries – you’ll have to read them to yourself:


What Fills the Whisky/ey Glass – A Poem

By Karen England, Vista, CA USA 🇺🇸 For Flaviar #spiritofthemoment poetry competition- January 27, 2021

Salt spray, ocean air, damp earth, waves –

Seaweed, tide pools, rocks, caves –

Water, grain, peat, fire –

Magic, artistry, skill, desire –

Copper, cooper, oak, smoke –

Leather, tobacco, vanilla, grass –

Elixir, mixer, hope, solace –

all join and more . . . to fill the glass.

Poem no. 1

Sail The Whiskey Sea – A Poem

By Karen England, Vista, CA USA 🇺🇸 For Flaviar #spiritofthemoment poetry competition- January 28, 2021

If I could sail the whiskey sea,

t’would in an old fashioned tumbler be.

I’d climb the swizzle mast and gaze

out upon the setting sun and haze.

I’d feel the smoky breezes blow,

hearing waves crash against icy rocks below.

If I could sail the whiskey sea,

I’d sail for an eternity.

Poem no. 2

Smoke Rises – A Poem

By Karen England, Vista, CA USA 🇺🇸 For Flaviar #spiritofthemoment poetry competition- January 30, 2021

Smoke rises,

Rains fall.

Peat surprises

Bottles call.

Barrels entice,

Stills fill,

Glasses with ice

Whiskies chill.

Poem no. 3

Green Moss for a Placemat – A Poem

By Karen England, Vista, CA USA 🇺🇸 For Flaviar #spiritofthemoment poetry competition- February 2, 2021

Green moss for a placemat,

Blue sky for a blanket,

Laid out across time for me.

Sweet water for refreshment,

Dark earth for nourishment,

Served on a platter to me.

Golden sunshine for happiness,

Orange poppies for home,

Wrapped like clothing around me.

White crystal air for a goblet,

Amber light flows the droplets,

Warmth cradles- contentment envelopes me.

Poem no. 4

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