Working Your Garden
You have been given the ground, seed, and tools with which to grow a garden. Take pride in your garden. Allow the garden to develop within you good feelings for all things alive and growing.
Don’t complain if the soil at times becomes dry or your rows appear a bit uneven. Some of the best gardens have been put together from uneven and irregular parts, whatever was available at the time. Work with the differences you sense in your garden taking pleasure in the sun or dark soil.
If while tilling you find hidden rocks, gently remove them and allow the water to flow into the gaps to reshape and smooth over.
When you find your garden is doing well, you may even wish to add a few varieties of colorful flowers at its edges and a bench where others may sit and enjoy your garden close up.
If an unexpected seed should fall into your garden, don’t pluck it out. Be grateful and allow it to grow. Celebrate the new addition to your garden as you witness the branches grow, expand, bear blossoms and finally fruit.
Share the fruit of your labor with all who would happen by or have need of it.
June 10, 2011
June 06, 2011
Tall Prairie Grass and Cardboard Boxes
Kids of ages five to ten
like to play at fantasy
now and again.
Cardboard boxes become planes and ships,
and by the medium of cardboard
we took trips.
By the magic of cardboard rugs
we flew over mountains and dove to the depths
in cardboard subs.
And when we just wanted to play around,
the neighborhood became our own
any-kind-of-town.
Through the tall prairie grass we blazed
trails to the West,
and on our journeys were amazed
to see some of the characters
we read about in books.
There were dreamers and mariners
that took us away in their ships.
There were grenadiers and pirates
with swords on their hips.
We made tunnels which went down
to the center of the earth.
And most likely that's where
my fiction was given birth.
like to play at fantasy
now and again.
Cardboard boxes become planes and ships,
and by the medium of cardboard
we took trips.
By the magic of cardboard rugs
we flew over mountains and dove to the depths
in cardboard subs.
And when we just wanted to play around,
the neighborhood became our own
any-kind-of-town.
Through the tall prairie grass we blazed
trails to the West,
and on our journeys were amazed
to see some of the characters
we read about in books.
There were dreamers and mariners
that took us away in their ships.
There were grenadiers and pirates
with swords on their hips.
We made tunnels which went down
to the center of the earth.
And most likely that's where
my fiction was given birth.
June 02, 2011
The Way of the Blossoms
The Way of the Blossoms
I made my hiding place
a large cardboard box
at the back of the garage.
There I lived my secret life.
Days were longer then,
so were the years that I dreamed
of being a thousand different places,
other than Wichita.
It rained,
hailed, and
snowed
year after year.
And all too often my creative thoughts,
dreams and imagination
followed the way of the blossoms
in the bedroom window box.
I made my hiding place
a large cardboard box
at the back of the garage.
There I lived my secret life.
Days were longer then,
so were the years that I dreamed
of being a thousand different places,
other than Wichita.
It rained,
hailed, and
snowed
year after year.
And all too often my creative thoughts,
dreams and imagination
followed the way of the blossoms
in the bedroom window box.
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