This is a journal of my vegetable gardens. Skippy was my first dog and he thought the garden was his, even though I did all the work. Now Suzie and Charley follow in his footsteps. We're located near Boston (USDA zone 6A). I have a community plot, a backyard vegetable garden, fruit trees, berry bushes, chickens, and bees. I use sustainable organic methods and do my best to grow all of my family's vegetables myself.

Friday, April 09, 2010

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Microsoft PowerPoint - Presentation1

Victoria just sent me this.



Blogger Silli said...

Very similar composition to Edna St. Vincent Millay's "Spring" (but perhaps a little sunnier):
To what purpose, April, do you return again?
Beauty is not enough.
You can no longer quiet me with the redness
Of little leaves opening stickily.
I know what I know.
The sun is hot on my neck as I observe
The spikes of the crocus.
The smell of the earth is good.
It is apparent that there is no death.
But what does that signify?
Not only under ground are the brains of men
Eaten by maggots.
Life in itself
Is nothing,
An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs.
It is not enough that yearly, down this hill,
Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.

April 09, 2010 10:01 PM

Blogger kathy said...

AH, Edna surely appreciated the beauty of April.

April 09, 2010 10:30 PM

Blogger Doctor Mom said...

Love this poem (and all things Walt Whitman)--so discomforting and sadly shaped by his Civil War experience. And beautiful.

April 13, 2010 7:41 AM

Blogger Kalena Michele said...

Beautiful. I'm really not that big of a fan of poetry but I really like this. I'm going to post in on my facebook page. Thanks for sharing!

April 14, 2010 2:05 AM


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