The garden exploded while I was away.
The tomato plants grew well over my head, but the chipmunks have helped themselves to anything bigger than a marble. And I thought Lily was such a terror and natural-born huntress.
The sweet potatoes have blanketed the beds, swallowing up the artichoke foliage and anything else in their path. The tubers better be growing big and fat, for all the territory they’re consuming.
Everything is calling out for help, but a heat wave limits my zeal. I follow the shady spots around the yard imagining Jim finding me, melted into the potato patch. My faithful canine gardening companions wait at the door for me, begging for their cool beds next to the air-conditioning.
The lawn exploded with weeds, in my brief absence.
I have been plucking out the easiest of them. It reminds me of doing needlepoint.
I’ll just do one more row. Well, maybe just one more row. Ok, just one more stitch….
Our lawn is chemical free, and I route out the weeds the old-fashioned way.
But the Calendula made my heart sing. I had sown it in early spring in a whiskey barrel surrounded by pansies. An effortless sprinkle of seed, was followed by days of wonder as it came to life.
Now the plants are bursting out of the barrel, entwined with lantana, robust and carefree.
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