Garden 337

A cottage garden in an urban setting



Buds cluster

like tiny beads,

promises of gems set

in lacy caps

or heavy mops

that soon will

nod in intermittent time

with black bodies bees

and ruby throated hummers,

and invite pollen dusted

nuzzles from

bumblebees and

moon strung moths

who whisper

summer dreams.

But today buds cluster,

still green and sleepy

from longer nights and

shallow days.

Their secrets wait

for collected songs

by sun,

seeded clouds,

patient earth.

–June 12, 2009

About Me

I haven’t always been a gardener, but I have always loved gardens. It has taken 16 years to get my gardens into the shape they are today. And, I’ve had help. I’m 74 years old, have rheumatoid arthritis, and had a late stage cancer six years ago. I am, though, intrepid. I’m the kind of person who plods along, tailoring my goals as I go. Last November I had a long overdue knee replacement surgery and I’m hoping this spring, summer, and fall will be able to maintain and find even more joy working in all of my garden beds. Full disclosure, though. I have a garden guy who comes once a week to work in my gardens.


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