Every garden needs one:
a bit of brassy blare
a self-proclaiming optimist
its very own solar flare.
Category Archives: Nature
Connections: June 25.17
Vined and twined and tendril’d
bulbaceious tantalization
the first fruit of the garden
is always anticipation.
Connections: June 23.17
Coffee raises eyelids
but a gardener’s real buzz
comes from the morning sun
caught on tomato fuzz.
Connections: June 16.17
The cosmos is so vast a place
more than we can fathom
yet here in my small parcel
no bigger than an atom
a wonder big as anything
unfolds in ordained mystery
as testament to irony
in summer’s ruffed consistory.
Connections: June 12.17
Two prim and proper homes
one tired and hollowing trunk
the stage is set, I fear,
for resounding loud ka-thunk.
Thanks again to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
Connections: June 10.17
What a kind fellowConnections: June 9.17
As you know, dear reader, I am trying to ready my house for selling.
I’ve been packing, hauling, sweating, heaving, sorting, tossing,
stressed, sleepless, harried and hassled,
weary, bruised, and cross.
It’s been a long dark tunnel with a tiny light at the end.
My son called. Also a gardener.
They have so many plants left over from the plant sale —
he’s planted all he can —
would I take some?
If you are a gardener, you heard my gasp.
Wasted plants? All those cramped roots longing to stretch?
Gardeners are irrational
so I said sure.
I have so much to do and am so close to being ready to list
but I said sure.
And we had some perfect June days.
I sank my knuckles into the dirt
brushed up against the tomato leaves as much as possible
cooed over the poor cramped marigolds
fussed over the red onions
introduced the new jalapeno to old-timer daylily
pictured the banana peppers next the cherry tomatoes come August
basked in the brief respite from the world’s chaos
and my own
and now have the prettiest little kitchen garden you ever saw.
Planted
— go figure —
for someone else.
