Each Fall I look back/
at last Spring’s seed stack and think/
of dreams unfulfilled.
Each Fall I look back/
at last Spring’s seed stack and think/
of dreams unfulfilled.
My garden may be
the most mixed up ever seen,
Buying seeds to plant/
isn’t the same as planting,
The Zen of garden
hand watering only works
when you remember.
Having frost blankets /
for your garden won’t help if
you don’t put them on!
As I wash
and floss,
on
yon
window sill
I see
3
Cushaw
squash.
Oh my!
This year’s
food supply!
If my effusion/
seems over-the-top, it’s cuz/
peppers are sooooo good.
Decades passed since I/
cleaned the Milwaukee River./
This Earth Day, I plant.
There is an old family history story that my Grandma Bertha Geerdts Kuhns used to tell me about her father’s mother, a little old immigrant German lady who lived in Sheboygan Wisconsin at the turn of the century. My Grandma Bertha said that this woman (Maria Vogt or Weidt Geerdts) had chicken coops, a garden, but what Grandma Bertha most remembered about Maria Geerdts’ house in Sheboygan is that her large clawfoot bathtub was never used for bathing.
Instead, it was always full of garden plants.
Sometimes I wonder if my great-great Granny Geerdts is looking down on my giant jetted bathtub …
and smiling.