They’ve got all summer now,
so you’d think
there’s no reason for hurry.
But they’ve each signed up for a very particular window.
Get it up, get it open, let it down, thank you ma’am.
It can be a dirty business,
leave you tired, arrayed in droopy fading splendor.
Unless you claim the ground that holds you, the air you breathe.
Unless you’re lemon balm
or peppermint
then nothing messes with you,
you’re locked on for perpetuity.
Archive for May 25th, 2015
Getting it done.
May 25
Last week’s front yard was wild and rich.
But when you live in the woods
you have to strike a deal with encroachment,
yours and the wood’s. Mark the edge.
Mowing machines make possible tick-free passage,
cut the blueberry bushes from the jungle,
and give perimeter plants a chance at light.
You can park a car, and find it in the morning.
Defend your pots and beds and plots from wild things.
Thanks, Huskvarna.
Update. The day after this picture, they were gone.
Fledged or lunch, depending.
