
A Place To Meet Nature Halfway
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Garden Poem of the Day
A Late Walk
By Robert Frost
When I go through the mowing field,
The headless aftermath,
Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,
Half closes the garden path.
And when I come to the garden ground,
The whir of sober birds
Up from the tangle of withered weeds
Is sadder than any words.
A tree beside the wall stands bare,
But a leaf that lingered brown,
Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought,
Comes softly rattling down.
I end not far from my going forth
By picking the faded blue
Of the last remaining aster flower
To carry again to you.
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Gardener's Quote of the Day
"The garden suggests there might be a place where we can meet nature halfway."
— Michael Pollan
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Gardening Question of the Day
What are your best tips for spendling less money on gardening?
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