Time Shall Surely Reap
Garden Poem of the Day
This Is The Garden
By e.e. cummings
This is the garden:colours come and go,
frail azures fluttering from night’s outer wing
strong silent greens silently lingering,
absolute lights like baths of golden snow.
This is the garden:pursed lips do blow
upon cool flutes within wide glooms,and sing
(of harps celestial to the quivering string)
invisible faces hauntingly and slow.
This is the garden. Time shall surely reap
and on Death’s blade lie many a flower curled,
in other lands where other songs be sung;
yet stand They here enraptured,as among
the slow deep trees perpetual of sleep
some silver-fingered fountain steals the world.
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Gardener's Quote of the Day
"Life expectancy would grow by leaps and bounds if green vegetables smelled as good as bacon."
— Doug Larson
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Gardening Question of the Day
Can you guys share the best uses for eggshells in the garden?
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