The aging gardener
captured here
tells the story
loud and clear:
sunburn, sweat
arthritic knee
callous, puncture
sting of bee
ideas spawned
by maniac
with creaking
sacroiliac
swollen knuckle
blackened nail
back and shoulder
growing frail
in love of plants
all too transparent
oft perceived
as blithe aberrant
and yet withal
a kind of glow
why is that?
who can know?
More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
Oddments 
July 12, 2017 at 2:27 pm
I LOVE this one, but you knew I would. 🙂 There is something about a seed in the soil resulting in a plant that needs to be tended in order to grow – kind of like motherhood but really sweaty and dirty. 🙂
July 12, 2017 at 2:44 pm
Motherhood isn’t sweaty and dirty? I love the analogy! I so agree about that metamorphosis from seed to flower or fruit or vegetable and back to seed — it is a wonder, just like our kids. And, yes, I was thinking of you as I worked on this, just as much as I was thinking about me. There are lots of us who creak as we garden, I think.
July 12, 2017 at 11:08 pm
If only I could get down and then get back up without a tool of some sort. LOL
July 13, 2017 at 12:10 am
Boy, do I understand.