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Sprouts, The Sure Hope Of Every Gardener
A limerick lament....
"Keep well watered" it read.
The phrase fixed in my head.
The green watering can,
And the watering man,
Both hoped for rain instead.
As an impatient gardener I know what it must be to wait for the first fetal movement.
It's spring and the outdoors is calling.
The morning air is cool, even crisp.
A good friend tilled the gardens.
The soil is still spongy soft but crusting.
Lots of clay, and it is quite alkaline.
It's not good soil for blueberries.
The deer would get them anyway.
But the morning survey showed results.
Zucchini have broken ground.
Cucumbers have popped up also.
The tomato transplants survived.
The pole beans are starting their climbing.
The afternoon survey showed the first cantaloupe.
Onions and garlic are up and looking strong.
The first red strawberries taste great.
There are no blossoms yet on the raspberries.
The blackberries are even further behind.
Looking for small plums, I was surprised at their size.
The apricots are even larger and will come first.
The cherries are in their usual clusters, still small and green.
The quince, apples, peaches, and pears show.
The rhubarb is trying to go to seed before the first pie.
The grapes have started their long journey to juice and jelly.
Still hidden from sight are the spinach and chard sprouts.
The French Breakfast radishes will surprise me tomorrow.
It's spring and the outdoors is calling..
It helps to keep the goal in mind.
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