readying

garden pic

I am no lady, weeding
deep as soil goes, elbows in
and eager to seed,

stopping to wave at my neighbor
who says my kneeling
is more a predictor of spring
than inconsistent robins,
but she’s not a dirt person,
forgets her own clay
and the garden we were cast out of
with a shudder,

but I remember.
I am all earth, grounded
and down to it;

shameless murderer
of dandelion exuberance,
welcome everywhere else
but here, where I want tomatoes

and that’s the key
to growing–knowing what to plant
and what to pull up
no matter how deep
the root.

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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12 Responses to readying

  1. nelle says:

    So many ways to love this one.

  2. potterfan97 says:

    Fantastic piece 🙂 Makes me want to go outside and garden…

  3. dulzimordash says:

    Reblogged this on Spontaneous Creativity.

  4. Ah … your gardening heart 🙂

  5. Readying, weeding, uprooting and making choices – as in gardening as in life,

    • Yes, Noel–so much neater now, but I do hate to pull up dandelions. They are too pretty. I think a garden (and life) needs a few surprises where we don’t plan or plant them to make both interesting.

  6. but she’s not a dirt person,
    forgets her own clay
    and the garden we were cast out of
    with a shudder,

    Very deep and powerful lines, Susan. Ironies of life is that we forget what we are made of in the heights of our glories; that we are but man, fallible and in the finally analysis, dust to dust and earth to earth. Brilliant piece 🙂

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