Overgrowth
My once magical garden is less discrete
with two-foot-high plants growing under my feet.
My beautiful fescue is obscured by weeds,
my succulent sun rose and tall slender reeds
choked out by visitors never invited.
I cajole my gardener. This must be righted!
This situation has grown to be dire.
The driving rain has prodded them higher.
If you want to come over to see how high
my rainy season weeds are, please bring a scythe!!!
Prompt words today are magical, cajole, driving, discrete and beautiful.
Ha! When I went down to take photos of the spare lot I am trying to convert into a garden, Pasiano was in fact down there with a weed-whacker, working diligently, so this poem was obsolete even before I posted it.
Shucks, I was going to suggest sneaking in a couple of goats for a week or two, but I guess it will be back under control in short order.
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Problem with goats is that they eat the stuff I’ve planted as well, but believe me, I thought of it. If i had some means to confine them to a certain area it would be good. Perhaps I need to put temporary fencing around the areas I don’t want them to eat. I like the idea of all that nice greenery not going to waste.
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And here I was ready to lend a hand with your weeds. Looks like things are under control!
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My word those weeds grew quickly! I’m glad Pasiano was working on the weeds.
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How fun to picture your life ongoing. Here in Canada, after a couple of weeks in quarantine, I am more or less myself enough to love the different rocky beachside beauty under such a different skyscape. It feels like a foreign world.
I do mourn (a wee bit) our best forgotten dream of all of us living and “ripening” together on your developed vacant lot. But I look forward to seeing, in blog and real life, your newborn garden, which will be luscious, no doubt. Be well! XOG
On Sat, Jul 25, 2020 at 7:03 AM lifelessons – a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown wrote:
> lifelessons posted: ” Overgrowth My once magical garden is now less > discrete, with two-foot high weeds growing under my feet. My beautiful > fescue is obscured by weeds, my succulent sun rose and tall slender reeds > choked out by visitors never invited. I cajole my gardener. Th” >
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Well, magical was stretching it a bit. But, it was a prompt word, so I blame any prevarications on the assignment.
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It still resonates with a lot of gardeners!
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beautiful farm
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It is not really a farm, Nwagbo. It is just the empty lot next to the lot my house sits on. I bought it years ago so no one would build and block my view of the lake and I’m just now clearing it off and fencing it. I’ll have fruit trees and my friends will plant corn in part of it.
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