I am digging in soil right now,
Planting plants I bought months ago.
Months ago, when I had enthusiasm for spring,
I bought plants with my granddaughter.
On a sunny day in March
She picked out the prettiest ones
not suited
For my sandy soiled landscape of no sun.
But we bought them,
Brought them home
Placing them near a bright window
Per the gardener’s instruction,
Waiting for the warmth, but.
Then it got cold
then I went on a cruise
then I said hell they will die anyway
then they didn’t
so I’m planting them,
Bless their little green hearts,
well into Spring, nearly summer,
In my sunless, sandy patio garden.
There is a bird’s nest in one of my pots.
Spring came regardless.
Awwwwwww
You took me through a biographical voyage of a delayed spring. Let us know when (if) they bloom bigger. "then they didn't" made spring a thing for me!
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I miss flower gardening.
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~A~
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Thanks
Thanks for the visit. The summer bulbs actually sprouted but no flowers yet. And the flowering ones she picked seem to be doing okay in their pots. My boyfrinend watched the flat of flowers when i went on vacation so maybe his green thumb saved them.lol.
A charming and inspiring
A charming and inspiring Spring journey that can also be a commentary on hope. Scribed with spare and inviting eloquence, this left me feeling a much lighter and a little less cynical. A much-needed dose of happiness.
Happy
Happy it was a happy poem and not the lament of my procastionation I thought it started out as. I surprise myself in my writing where they end up.