A mostly silent conversation between us many years we are old friends

It goes something like this: Nice green oh a weed pull it out The lilies are in bloom Must smellOh like cinnamon these gorgeous Asian lilies Don’t get our pollen on your nose it’s for the butterfliesThe tomatoes want water and Tums hurry up and Where is all this crabgrass coming from anyway?mwa ha haBut I spread corn gluten when the forsythias bloomedThey never say which day besides sometimes they bloom again in the Fall. I will vanquish all declares creeping Charlie Lotsa luck replies woodsorrel shaking its seed pods and nimbleweed gets its two cents in but here come the violets ha ha pulling up fat pods of late summer seeds to make more violets and still more violets and still more violets. Everyone hates the lawn grass is so boring watch out there are honeybees browsing the clover praise Goddess there are actual bees and they loved the bee balm and now yum the echinaceas such a pretty lavender pink like sunsets. There’s a baby pumpkin so cute tickle me but the contrarian vine somehow decided to make it start high up on the bird nettingSomeone’s got to find an old pair of pantyhose to make a sling for little punkie butWho is eating the pumpkin blossoms along the ground rascally rabbits or maybe squirrels?There are black squirrels in Mirkwood and also in Derwood the deer munch and munch and munch on the hostas the lilies the sedums and even the new azaleaDrat themWhy can’t they eat the creeping bentgrassLook at all the dead branches on the poor chestnut trees all the cicadas’ fault I never knew they adore chestnuts to lay eggs on what a mess but those cicadas sure were cute funny red eyes and golden gossamer wings and singing and chattering So long for another 17 yearsDon’t forget to writeWe need rain we are thirsty want rain won’t you please do a rain dance but that’s cultural appropriation!What do Estonians do to call rainPour vodka on offering stones?But I’m not there either I only wish help I’m caught between culturesShut up and go deadhead the sages before they spread seeds beg the pinks in the side garden. I’m on it.

August 9, 2021

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