Cursed memory –
or blessed? – rarely cost-free:
so I garden me!
Brisk chill wind gusts South
across the long shallow lake:
cover fruiting crops?
First I have to make
a hatchet, find a shovel.
Oh, where to bury?
*(A complete mystery to me: first penned June 22, 2015, pre-WordPress. I suspect it was a broken big topmost branch on a prized (by my Sister-in-Law Jeanne) variegated single AND double-blooming red hibiscus. Both ends had splintered when broken off by a falling Queen Palm frond during an evening windstorm. I hauled out the 14-foot stepladder and bow-sawed the in-ground half flush to minimize infection, and, because I am lazy and forgot where I hid the tomahawk, I finally find the big single-blade axe and truncated on an angle the free-floating half. With some rooting compound and homemade potting soil and a 25-gallon empty, pebble-filled-bottom plastic pot I soon had the new two-foot tall hibiscus transplant attempt completed, blue-watered and moved into the shade. Now it resides at Jeanne’s home out East of Sanford so I do not have to watch her eyes mist over each time she stops by. Something about not willing to leave her hands in any dirt that doesn’t pay out big bucks long enough to get green. I wrote this as a mystery play because the hatchet-angle was too appealing so not to do. I found the tomahawk, complete with a modern nail-puller ensconced near the shaft on the underside of the head, whose reverse is a hammer. Such modernity. It throws good, though.”
Soak the garden well,
forget not the containers
and, yes, the hangers!
But most of all, good soak,
recall where you put the beers!
Soak the garden well,
forget not the containers
and, yes, the hangers!
High Thirties out West
give greens a bit o’ sweet taste:
‘Root’ for long Blue Jeans
dishes and dinner
keep calling – book says to me
don’t answer that call
i hung the wash-n-dry tees
set wild garlic and onions
cloud cover just breaks
my greens, late okra sunbathe
i sit in the shade
Sweet Potato find:
refugees from last year dug
to serve as Spring seed!
Just two* wild onions
survived the Summer planting:
time to do research?
*(the wild onions were found when I transferred my bunching onions to more delicious soil in container pots – the better to move them about in sun-catcher fashion. I thought there but two of the little-bulbed beauties with a tender soft taste, but two more – for a total of four (of the original six) resurfaced as I set about the last half of the transfer task – after a minute that seemed an hour sitting, sipping and reading as the criminals escaped their prison school into the waiting warden-arms of demon drivers who one day may approach the madness of schoolbus drivers.)
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