Desert Greens

In the interim of heat and green-nests I crave the creative carvings of gardening. There is a deep seated desire to reach into the soil and discover the wonders that lie there. To participate with the mysterious world that lives there, that gives here. But, I can only wait, pace the rows, at least with my eyes, with my mind and wait. It is a horrible thing. Planning and figuring, calculating and imagining. But, that is all they really are, when the sun finally takes hold and the earth warms, all that planning, those interior thoughts and schemes dissipate like smoke. Beans land here and there, lettuces fits here but not there and as if by some will and knowledge beyond my own, things settles across the garden, just as they should.

Distance they say makes the heart grow fond but the silence breeds simplification or complication, it twists and turns itself into something entirely new and different. Perhaps, it is what is needed, one way or another, to draw us back, to keep us coming back and staying. Despite the hardships and trials- the draw and the distance; smoothing out the jagged edges, calls out like some fairy-ed siren and brings us back, to grow once more.