home is set square
storm clouds blow due north
carrying all that is untethered
to unplanned locations
while we remain
drenched in the sweat of
crepuscule with wind vane
Monkey grass and rocks were my obsession in very early spring. It became a family project when rotten timbers needed replacing and more rocks were needed to fill in an area of the garden that was getting flooded in the rain and overrun with weeds.
I had to get down with the mud and get to know my shovel intimately, but now I’m blushing with happiness in my morning garden. The daffodils are already over, but now there are bearded iris and clematis among the onions, lettuce, broccoli and asparagus. While I had all the monkey grass dug up I separated some of the roots and started a new border along the strawberry path. The fresh shoots are rising now, letting me know that I treated them well and they are happy. They look psychedelic while I drink an espresso in the shade…
There’s a lady, a pretty lady, she doesn’t care.
She doesn’t like people to stare
so she lives on a hill in the middle of nowhere.
The Tulips and Daffodils have bloomed and their petals fallen to the ground. Now it’s time for the Iris…
Dogwoods cry, trees sigh, music flies…
The process of cleaning and stacking muddy rocks…
not a spandex type of job…
I’ve always been a stranger to gyms. I prefer to have something to show for my efforts, other than looking in the mirror. This week I lost a couple pounds of winter weight shoveling muddy rocks. Mr. Mims gave me the ultimatum to finish by Monday, when he will get and dump a scoop of rocks. Continue reading