."...the love of gardening is a seed that once sown never dies, but always grows and grows to an enduring and ever-increasing source of happiness."
"When I pick or crush in my hand a twig of Bay, or brush against a bush of Rosemary, or tread upon a tuft of Thyme...I feel that here is all that is best and purest and most refined, and nearest to poetry in the range of faculty of the sense of smell."
by Rhonda Haavisto
Grass at a distance is greener it seems
but I'm glad we chose bio-di-ver-sity.
We've violets for fragrance, sweet clover for bees
our Lions are dandy and sway in the breeze.
Sweet woodruff for Mai bowls, with strawberry treats
when Veronica's blue, Ajuga blows sweet.
Charlie creeps in, and the Johnnys-jump-up
Thyme lays a carpet, and Moss makes a rug.
Herb Robert was here, now he's way over there,
and mowing the grass seems the least of our cares.
When they all go to seed, we'll give them a trim
then we'll wait a few weeks and trim them again.
Grass at a distance is greener it seems,
but I'm still glad we chose bio-di-ver-sity!
Goldenrod and ragweed bloom at the same time, which has given goldenrod the undeserved reputation of being an allergen. Goldenrod's only 'crime' is to bloom when ragweed pollen is in the air.
This book contains 80 pages of garden poetry. Click on the link above to read a sample poem.Sales from this book benefit the National Herb Garden in Washington, D.C.
Being happy is dirt under your fingernails, wearing old clothes, having a good idea get better the longer you work at it, starting a new bed, giving plants away, and listening to rain. --Geoffrey B. Charlesworth