A few days ago, I went down to the bottom of my yard to refill my chickens’ watering cans. I was feeling pretty sprightly because we had just replaced our old hose with a newer, longer model. This hose reaches all the way from the house and down to the gate of the chicken yard. No more lugging 5 gallon buckets of water up and down hill for this old lady. Continue reading “Leaking Rainbows”
So many things are urgent and demanding; too many things require constant attention. My garden is not one. It’s too big, too sprawling, and always needs some attention…but there’s no hurry in it.
Really, there’s no point in rushing; there’s no end to the job. Weeding is a lot like laundry. There’s no way to actually finish doing laundry, and there’s no way to finish weeding. Continue reading “On Weeding”
I stand planted underneath
my twisted old apple tree
and peer up into late January.
Dark branches break open
the grey sky. Continue reading “Apples in January”
I spent this early Spring afternoon with my hands in the soil. I knelt and methodically weeded and loosened the winter-packed earth. Then, carefully smoothed the surface and measured out my rows and gently settled the tiny seeds, alternating and repeating double rows of lettuce, spinach, and carrots. The sun warmed my back; the breeze still blew with a chill. The earth released the scent of hope.