Sunday, May 07, 2017

Poetry Sunday


Yesterday was World Naked Gardening Day ... and before you ask, yes, I worked in the garden and no, I was not naked. I didn't need the spectacle of our neighbors descending on our place in a howling mob, waving pitchforks and torches. Nevertheless, it's good to celebrate the useful pastime of gardening, which makes our homes beautiful and provides us with delicious herbs, fruits, and vegetables we grew ourselves. Here's a poem that applies ...

Family Garden
by Hank Hudepohl

Tell me again about your garden
           Tell me how you planted, in the small
                      flat of mountain land, corn seed

and bean seed, how your finger poked the soil
           then you dropped in three dark bean seeds
                      for every yellow seed of corn.

Trees and mountains collared your land,
           but the fenced garden opened freely
                      to sun and warm summer rains.

Your potato rows bulged in July. You ached
           from digging them up, your hands down in dirt,
                      the cool lump of a tuber, brown-spotted,

just recovered, a greeting, like shaking hands.
           Baskets full of bumpy brown potatoes filled
                      your basement until fall, until you gave

away what you could, throwing out the rest.
           You gave away honey from the white hive too,
                      that box of bees beside the garden,

honey stored in Mason jars, a clearest honey
           nectar from lin tree blossoms and wild flowers.
                      The bright taste of honey on the tongue

spoke of the place, if a place can be known
           by the activity of bees and a flavor in the mouth,
                      if a person can be known by small acts

such as these, such as the way you rocked
           summer evenings from a chair on the porch
                      tending your inner garden, eyes closed.


Here's my garden ...


How's yours?

Have a good day and enjoy the fresh air and sunshine while you garden. More thoughts tomorrow.

Bilbo

5 comments:

  1. Yours is a fine garden, with that nice latticework for beans, cucumbers, and other vines. And are those roses?

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  2. I for one would not mind naked gardeners.

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  3. Your HOA allows gardens in the front yard? ANARCHY!

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  4. A really nice poem. Enjoyed it!

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  5. allenwoodhaven7:15 PM

    Nice!

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