Poem of the Week, by Kaylin Haught
8 years ago
"As I trim along the edge of the shade garden with our trusty Lawn Boy in late June, something catches my eye a couple of feet ahead of the mower. I manage to halt before I get to it and there, sure enough, growing in the grass, I see what looks like a tiny hosta. I hold back for a moment, afraid it might be a plantain, but finally I get down on hands and knees for a closer look and decide to take a chance."
"After six days, the grass begins to yellow. Then the plastic comes loose in a few places and green springs up anew within hours. I batten down the proverbial hatches again and wait. Six days. Yellowing. Green. After two weeks, I have spots of brown and spots of yellow and spots of green. Well, a garden is for color, after all. Clearly (no pun intended) this plastic is not working quite as well as promised."
I had seen wild turkeys grazing in farm fields for years, but the up-close and personal look at the one who wanted to share my peonies told me the world wasn't something I could hold at arm's length--and neither could the turkey... Some people garden because they like to have fresh vegetables to eat. Some want organic. Some garden for the scents of lavender and rose, some want to add color to their lives. Some garden because they aren't able to play football or don't believe in gambling with cards. Some are scientists who like to experiment even though they never got beyond ninth grade biology. Some have gardening born into them. Some, like me, feel an obligation to restore what has been lost and recycle what is left--no matter what the cost.All the World in a Blade of Quack: Reclaiming a Garden, Growing a Gardener, by Coleen L. Johnston (me!) will be available soon from North Star Press (www.northstarpress.com) and amazon.com, and at bookstores and garden centers. To see more, check out my new website: www.coleenljohnston.com. And please tell your gardening friends.
Welcome to Bloom Chronicles, home of a writer who wanders
but is not (always) lost. After many years as your average vegetable gardener,
I became a flower gardener overnight when
we moved to twenty-five acres in the country where
several gardens awaited renovation.
With vegetables I grew food. With flowers I grow food for thought.
Reflections, ruminations, and rhymes bloom here for your enjoyment.
---Coleen Johnston
www.coleenljohnston.com