Silent apologies to Plants

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  I find myself feeling sorry for the plants as we till our garden spot. I apologize inwardly ( I’m sorry to nip you in the bud this way) to the about to bloom forget me nots and the rambling shoots of the raspberry bushes ( sorry but this is really not good for you to wander over here and over there )and the wild rasperries ( I don’t love you anymore. Sorry but the bigger berries have my heart now) I can’t bear to butt out ( I sent my son to exterminate them). I don’t feel bad for the grass but I do wonder about some of the shoots I have not identified( you just  might be something really nice).

  Silly of me. Isn’t it?

  with acres of wildness around me and lots of the wildplants climbing merrily into my  beds of flowers with permission I really need to control this one plot carefully or I can’t produce food for our table and for sharing. So I remind myself of that and silently take my turn picking up sticks,removing all evidence of last years garden  helping to eliminate the riot of springtime that has erupted in the beds. When is all done I am thankful for the smooth brown dirt ready to tuck seeds and plants into but the memory still lingers of the plants that were there.

  My hubby laughs at me and says he can’t relate.

  I remind him of the trees overshadowing the garden making it difficult for the struggling plants to grow because he can’t bear to cut a tree line back away from the boundaries we fenced. He gets quiet then.

  Next step seeds,row,plants,new choices of what to put upon this brown and black palette we have scraped down.

  and fix the fences around the boundary.

  Then maybe we’ll cut a few trees.

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