Incubating Seeds
Sleepless
breeze sweeping
earth my hands
enamored with
edible leaf
plant. Me
the garden
sweating
at 8am
hammocking in plastic chair.
Tom drumming his fingers
on his bag blue
containers of last
years poison waiting
to be fertilizer now
that the distance has taken
their potency.
Tomatoes fall,
rotting, to damp earth.
I blanket them in leaves,
a blessing for next year's
spring greens.
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HI Zanimal!
So guess what, I've actually been studying permaculture here in CR and your tomatoes (while wonderfuly poetic) may actually be too acidic for the earth and might not make the best compost (by themselves)! But I've only been doing this for a week.... you're the professional gardener (-: I'm just a sapling. I Miss you!
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Makes sense.. They are acidic, but so far it seems to work OK, perhaps 'cuz I mix in compost every year too?
Miss you, sapling.
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well... what do I know! miss you too bigass tree mama!
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Oooh, I like that-I'd use it as my new title, but I don't think anyone would recognize me! ..Although I am actually (finally) gaining a few pounds as the years flow by-hurrah!
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mmmm Zan with pounds... sounds very... ummm... welll..... British, i guess! (-:
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Josh will love this - have you sent this to him? love your poetry BTW. xxxooo very very much
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Thanks (-: and yes, of course Josh knows.
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