The Aging Gardener Laments September
Lord Lord What a mess the garden is There is not
a modicum of order here (and me …supposed to
set a good example ) I’ve hacked back that
promiscuous bitch ‘Pamina’ all her skirt
foliage I’ve ripped away (and some of her
children too ) (Murderer!) I’ve beaten into
submission the overly exuberant ‘Rozanne’
(Back… back! You beast! ) Goldfinch lay waste
the ripe sunflowers A dozen different insects
are pillaging sedum agastache and anything
else that dares remain in bloom A few beans still
hang from utterly leafless plants like limp tinsel or
draped dregs from a party that’s gone on too long…
none of us straggling home in good shape
This is so encouraging and fun to read!! I’ve got company!! And from someone more experienced and wiser than I! I just got back from vacation time, away from our garden, and looked with horror at what had happened in our absence and relief at what had not happened.
Absolutely loved this. I feel so much better. Great metaphors, superior sense of humor.
Barbara Feldman
I moved into a new house in June: Between the drought and the Deer ……… What garden?
As I have said before, always the hopeful accidental gardener, maybe next year??