Moist Earth And Sun-Warmed Air
Garden Poem of the Day
To a Field of Celery
By Alfred Hitch
I share thy green life, blind and mute,
In the soft, moist earth and sun-warmed air.
I feel the rain about the root,
The deadly fungi on thy leaves
As on my heart.
We are mutual friends and our fate is one,
Never to flower and come to seed,
Used for ends that are not our own.
My soul has gone into thy stalks and leaves
To be hawked and sold in the vegetable mart
With cabbage and beets,
To wither and perish with thee.
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Gardener's Quote of the Day
"No occupation is so delightful to me as the culture of the earth, and no culture comparable to that of the garden."
— Thomas Jefferson
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Gardening Question of the Day
Do you enjoy walking around your garden?
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