I am not a gardener these days
There was a time when I was
I am not taking time to nurture plants well
I throw them water when I can
Their soil has no special nourish
Most seeds I did not plant myself
And yet they have mostly all grown
Amidst the weeds
And the sun has called them faithful
I can wander through the beds
Harvesting what I choose
Letting go back to seed what does
And I am blessed
By the crisp crunch of the bean
By the beets abundance
There is no reputation to uphold
No competition to attempt
It's just life where it's at
And a faithful garden to enjoy
When I can
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