COLORFUL BENEFITS

The poems collected in my volume, There is no statuary in our garden except for the plastic spacemen occasionally surfacing, come together as a set of field notes of my experiences, especially, in reclaiming the city lot where we live. We have a small kitchen garden on one side of the house and a larger one, “the swamp,” on the other. The lessons never seem to end.

the garden looks great, so luxurious to have cut flowers indoors
a second sprig of laurel in my lair
against the deep velvet of Siberian iris
now we’re sinking to detail …

a bucket of strawberries, to the office

 

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WHERE DO YOU ORDER YOUR SEEDS?

Yes, we know all about the catalogs and the pondering that happens each January, along with the flurry of ordering. If you’re a gardener, you’ve wrapped all that up and have the seed packets in hand.

So where are your favorite sources? And why?

And if you need inspiration or simply want company or comfort, consider the experiences in these poems:

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IN THE FLITTING MOMENT

The delight of watching from our dining room as a hummingbird goes from one bloom to the next in a tithonia beside the window – observing the balanced hovering of what looks like giving each one an injection of a special nectar and then moving on, to repeat the dance figure. And then, it’s gone.

It’s the joy of embracing a rare moment before it’s gone. And then? It’s a lesson in appreciating life itself.

NOT REALLY JUST FOR THE TAKING

The concept of community gardens, where public land is made available to individuals and families to raise produce and flowers, is a noble one. When it works as envisioned, gardeners get to know and respect one another while swapping advice and their harvests, families eat healthier and tastier, and a piece of ground is simply put to good use.

Of course, there are spoilers, as we hear.

One year, for instance, all of the purple cabbage heads kept disappearing from the different families’ sections at one site, at least until a restaurant owner was caught in the act.(The audacity!)

Another year, I think, some of the garlic was raided.

This year, a large blooming tithonia plant was dug up and taken. It’s a big plant!

And more recently, as one man worked his plot, he observed a woman going through the neighboring sections and filling bags. Excuse me, he said, those aren’t yours.

But it’s a community garden, she retorted.

You’re stealing, he said, dialing his cell phone. I’m sure the police are perplexed by this one.

She was well-dressed. Her Audi was full of produce. She’d driven more than 30 miles from her home.

Does she really have no awareness of all the work that goes into ordering seeds, starting them indoors, transplanting, weeding, watering, weeding, watering, weeding, watering, staking some up … oh, well …

I’m waiting for the rest of the story. For now, I just can’t wrap my brain around this one.