Shouldn't…but Do

My garden needs work.  For two growing seasons it soldiered on alone – the help I gave it minimal.

Overgrown, undergrown, thatch that kept water from roots.  A fence breached, rodents and rabbits ran through, tender plants eaten.

It is coming back.  The fence is fixed, containing what is within,  protecting from that without.  Re-bound – assert, restate rightful borders.   Good fences make good neighbors, and good gardens too.

Carefully I cultivate the garden’s own volunteer seedlings, filling empty space with variation already present.  Inexpensive, quiet, make it yourself.  Garden economy.

Rich ground – finding its roots, stretching for sun, watching storms pass, drinking the rain. Mending itself, mending me.  It is good work.