Mariner is pleased that in addition to his three alter egos, he has a wife who is the world’s best poet but doesn’t make any money because she refuses to publish her excellent works. Nevertheless, she is willing to share with mariner’s audience:
A Poem for Dr. Poulter
Dr. Poulter taught botany my freshman year of college
I went to class three days a week,
I paid attention, took notes
Passed tests
And now I can remember zylem and phloem
and little else.
I am not a scientist as I walk through these woods
I can not name the trees or wildflowers
But I do not think he failed in his teaching.
I remember that he talked about the trees
He noticed on his walk across campus,
I remember his delight in plants, in learning,
And in teaching.
I think he would be pleased that I remember him
When I walk in the woods
Drinking in the beauty of the morning,
Surrounded by green leaves
Yearning toward the sun
Full of zylem and phloem
Whatever that is.
MKM 8-19-2025

see if he still had garden plants under the weeds. He seldom meanders among the gardens because more pressing tasks are calling but today he poked about, swearing at rabbit damage and on a positive note, discovering plants that had survived despite all the interference of weeds, rabbits and droughts – even some, like Hyssop and Spider wort, had emerged on their own.
support of any passing Monarch butterfly but has never seen any. Until today. A Monarch was bounding about in the Milkweed, seemingly quite happy. Small gifts bring great reward.
chipmunk. He’s always considered the chipmunk a mouse that is in show business; they have pleasant shades of brown with prominent stripes running down their back. We stared at one another for a long moment then the chipmunk went about its business.