SPRING FEVER
Seeds from the COOP. Heirloom seeds. Possibly passed down from Thomas Jefferson’s farm. Meet the perfect corner in the yard…asleep while the world tilted. I know what will be in my garden. Going as organic as possible. But that could change beings I still can’t tell the difference between squishing a good and bad caterpillar. One could be a butterfly. Country karma...brr.
I don’t need the bounty as much as I do the hope it brings. The smell of the earth. The miracle of the sunflower. Cheering me on my way in the morning and it's impossible evening revolution with the mail in my hand and the sun on my back. My rows will be straight. The swish swish oscillating sprinkler is waiting.
Ding, ding ding. In this corner ninetynine pounds of sissy versus The Freddie Krueger Roto tiller. I shiver with fear. It could hurt me. Eat me. Maybe I’ll wear combat boots. I fear the machine.
I don’t need the bounty as much as I do the hope it brings. The smell of the earth. The miracle of the sunflower. Cheering me on my way in the morning and it's impossible evening revolution with the mail in my hand and the sun on my back. My rows will be straight. The swish swish oscillating sprinkler is waiting.
Ding, ding ding. In this corner ninetynine pounds of sissy versus The Freddie Krueger Roto tiller. I shiver with fear. It could hurt me. Eat me. Maybe I’ll wear combat boots. I fear the machine.
I will pull the starter rope with everything I've got! Mindfull of the legendary 'one arm longer than the other syndrome'. Vruff..cough…vruff X 4... Expletives!... I must have learned from a Cuban pirate. Vruff…putt (left arm now). I look to see if I was in hearing shot of of of a PTA member. Until he roars. I hold on like a rodeo princess, praying it doesn’t shake loose anything that shouldn’t be. Yes I am master of this little plot of red clay dirt. It has yielded to my power.
Praying for the trifecta now...hot sun, cool rain and cold beer.
Praying for the trifecta now...hot sun, cool rain and cold beer.
