A gardener’s life is muddied
with setbacks and travails
calloused knees and splinters
blackened fingernails
but then there is the heart-stop
electric, luminous
when something perfect happens
golden, numinous.
Oddments
In search of story
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May 25, 2016 at 10:04 am
Beautifully described! I love how you have contrasted the ups and downs of gardening 😊
May 26, 2016 at 9:19 pm
Not too different from the ups and downs of writing, is it? Writing might be a little less gritty. Or not.
Glad you liked it! Thanks!
May 26, 2016 at 8:52 pm
That about covers it. My white Clematis bloomed today, and I just stood out there grinning like a fool. 🙂
May 26, 2016 at 9:21 pm
White clematis??!! Of course you were grinning, but not like a fool. Like a gardener. I know: same difference.