Planting This Summer's Garden Today
Setting The Scene
"Fragrances it must have been which stirred my thoughts out there. The sunset and twilight did the rest.
American families seem smaller these days. The kitchen stoves are electric or gas. Even fireplaces come in their own 'buy and be happy' phoniness, at best stirring memories of real fireplaces that snapped, crackled, and popped down to glowing embers instead of the canned seven seconds rotations of artificial flames.
Did we lose 'real life' somewhere along the path called 'progress'?
Or is it still lingering to be harvested in gardens at twilight?"
An excerpt from "Just In From The Garden" Copyright 2014 Demas W. Jasper All rights reserved.
The Annual Rite of Casting Seeds....
It isn't exactly "casting seeds" anymore, unless we are referring to a new lawn or patching its bare spots. Planting this summer's garden today is more of a science, mixed in with back straining work the way I do it.
Oh, sure the grown or purchased transplants are a simple dig and insertion, but the rows of vegetables are line upon line, short or long, of shallow or deeper trenches to which water is liberally added along with seeds at just the right depth and covered....one row at a time with a prayer that what is laid to rest will rise again in glorious profusion, a cornucopia of summer and fall plenty.
I admit that I'm assisted in my efforts by a gas rototiller that stirs up, but doesn't totally eliminate the weeds, perhaps because the rototiller is mixing some of their seeds into the areas where the plantings take place.
At least using the rototiller can keep the rows neatly alternated between freshly turned brown soil, and the green "whatevers," and in the process the garden cycle persists with its annual contest between edible treasures and occasionally edible weeds..
Later on we will have more zucchinis and cucumbers than even the neighbors can help us consume, and extra spinach that may go to seed rather than to a kettle. But there is a rhythm to life that calls for planting something each spring, be it an indoor pot, a balcony planter, or a whole garden. It's in our genes somehow persisting as an act of self-preservation.
So it is that this day becomes this year's ritual of toil, hope, and faith; toil that is my investment in tradition, hope for the future, and faith....even that of a mustard seed.
© 2015 Demas W. Jasper All rights reserved.
Gardening Poems & Limericks
Here are titles and descriptions of other garden-related articles on www.hubpages.com you can enjoy by this same writer. A little digging will bring them forth.
- Garden Weeds - A Short Lament
Do you ever feel that by gardening all you are doing is raising stronger, healthier weeds? Here is a short "misery loves company" poem you will enjoy.
Marriage And The Garden Hose
- Marriage And The Garden Hose
Regardless of where a relationship starts, communication is essential to preserving it, just as a garden hose is essential to getting water from the faucet to the garden areas where it is needed. This article compares caring for a garden hose, and ca
What life was like in those "good old days" when family was everything.
- Life On A Maine Farm In The Good Old Days
What was life like on a Maine farm in the 1930s? Here is a quick sketch from that time.
Some other titles:
Limerick of Summer
Sprouts The Sure Hope of Spring
Limericks From The Garden
From The First Turn Of The Soil
Just In From The Garden