I'm not a vegetable gardener. I have no luck with them. I focus entirely on flowers and just trying to keep one-third acre of mostly xeriscaping and some grass under control. It's a big job and takes a lot of my summer time. But I enjoy it truly and right now I'm itching to get out there. I got just a small start last weekend while it was warm, doing some spring cleanup. But everything is covered with snow again and yardwork is on hold. I know I need to get a life. I'm going with Jenn and Zach to a bike swap tomorrow and maybe I'll buy a bike just for something different from my walking.
Here's my favorite gardening poem:
Scatter my ashes in my garden
so I can be near my loves.
Say a few honest words, sing a gentle song,
join hands in a circle of flesh.
Please tell some stories about me
making you laugh. I love to make you laugh.
When I've had time to settle, and green
gathers into buds, remember I love blossoms
bursting in spring. As the season ripens
remember my persistent passion.
And if you come in my garden
on an August afternoon
pluck a bright red globe,
let juice run down your chin and the seeds
stick to your cheek. When I'm dead
I want folks to smile and say..."That Patti,
she sure is some tomato!"
by Patti Tana
From "When I am OLD WOMAN I Shall Wear Purple"