The Man Born to Farming
The Grower of Trees, the gardener, the man born to farming,
whose hands reach into the ground and sprout
to him the soil is a divine drug. He enters into death
yearly, and comes back rejoicing. He has seen the light lie down
in the dung heap, and rise again in the corn.
His thought passes along the row ends like a mole.
What miraculous seed has he swallowed
That the unending sentence of his love flows out of his mouth
Like a vine clinging in the sunlight, and like water
Descending in the dark?
~ Wendell Berry
The Grower of Trees, the gardener, the man born to farming,
whose hands reach into the ground and sprout
to him the soil is a divine drug. He enters into death
yearly, and comes back rejoicing. He has seen the light lie down
in the dung heap, and rise again in the corn.
His thought passes along the row ends like a mole.
What miraculous seed has he swallowed
That the unending sentence of his love flows out of his mouth
Like a vine clinging in the sunlight, and like water
Descending in the dark?
~ Wendell Berry
We're trying to preserver at this garden growing thing... I had some bad luck with our garden plot in front of our house, it gets too much shade. I was given some advice, "just keep trying". So, I am. We are looking for shade loving plants to put in the plot and in the meantime I am trying more herbs and potted plants.
The snap peas are doing really well, and the spinach. I also have some rosemary, basil, thyme, cilantro, parsley, sage, and oregano growing. The bush bean and chilies seem to be doing well. So, we push on. I want to be a good gardener, I want a green thumb. You live, you learn. You try, you learn. You keep trying, you get better.
