Friday, May 14, 2010

Tomorrow

Today I planted a garden.
I have confidence in tomorrow,
Trust that rain will fall,
That the sun won't hide
That the blight won't drift
From upstate New York.

Today I lovingly placed
Tomatoes and peppers,
Basil and friends,
Stepping stones, into soft,
Combed-over dirt,
Because I trust.

Nature is wild and unruly,
Not to be trusted unduly,
But the God whose word upholds
It all? Him I trust.

6 comments:

Just said...

Lovely, lovely, lovely, Mr Picklesworth. Now would you like to come and fix my garden? Tomato plants are not looking happy.

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W.B. Picklesworth said...

Tomato plants don't have to look good, they just have to bring home the bacon, so to speak. Two years ago I wasn't prepared for how fruitful they would be and the plants absolutely overwhelmed their cages. It looked like such an awful mess, like a tomato jungle, but we sure weren't lacking in the kitchen!

Katherine said...

How lovely! You had some garden therapy! Sounds wonderful!

Night Writer said...

Reminds me of something I wrote in the fall of '08 as you a Faith looked ahead to your May wedding in the front yard:

While Tiger Lilly, my wife and I worked on the gardens the Mall Diva and B. cleared out the four flower beds in front of the house and planted tulip bulbs, happy in the thought of the rewards for their labor regardless of whatever hardships and depradations should be visited upon these by the winter, the squirrels or the administration.

A long, cold season may be ahead but there’s so much promise on the other side of it. I’ve lived through many a winter now and quite a few temporal seasons of hope and change — some of which even almost worked. I take any and all forecasts with as many grains of salt as I’ll eventually pour on my sidewalk in the months ahead, but one thing I know for certain is that the head of my government has decreed that seedtime and harvest shall not cease as long as the earth remains.

W.B. Picklesworth said...

I remember that gardening work. It all worked out magnificently, didn't it? And the property is still the better for it.