REALITY: The Gardener

Posted on September 14, 2005 by Susan

I am, this morning, collector of green beans and cherry tomatoes, red globes of sweet sunshine that pop in my mouth–those too ripe to reach basket and house.  I pause at the poppies, bright tissue petals of startling hot pink and orange, deep red and white that fall down at midnight to lay paths like a lover’s proposal and I look for the red-clothed table with champagne on ice.

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2 Responses to REALITY: The Gardener

  1. Loretta says:
    September 15, 2005 at 10:45 pm

    I so wish I had planted a garden. I am so the animal who doesn’t plan for winter (wish I could remember what that animal was….}

  2. susan says:
    September 15, 2005 at 11:53 pm

    I think you’re referring to the grasshopper and the ant, no?

    The garden has given me great pleasure this year, especially since I had not had a serious one in a few years for I couldn’t face the thought of life in seeing death around me. But the joy of harvest is unmatched by any job well-done. And the poppies, well, they glowed in morning sunlight, and the path was strewn with petals that reminded me of a nephew’s description of his recent proposal to his lady, complete with rooftop champagne and rose petals. (I’m so very proud of his romantic efforts!)

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