Monday, May 17, 2010
Penny's True Garden Poem
My dear friend,Penny Marshall, has written this poem and I know this to be true. Especially at a nursery where tags are so important. My poodles take the tags as well. Gilly is a poodle too. I thought that I would share this with you. Thank you, Penny.
By the way, the picture is NOT of Penny's rather well groomed poodle, Gilly, but of my old Augustus who loved to steal the tags right out of the pots. I have many mystery hostas and daylilies and shrubs, thanks to Augustus.
Penny's Silly but True Poem
As a gardener I’m s’posed to know
The place and name of all I grow
But greed o’ertakes me when I shop
And planting tires me, so I drop
Onto the bed, my wine at hand
And fail to map out as I planned
The earthy home of each new treasure -
(Despite the pains I took to measure
How far they sat from last year’s wonder
Or how many inches of soil they’re under.)
But once they’re labeled I needn’t worry
Or, so I think, till I see Gilly scurry
Happily by me, bent metal in jaw –
Oh, drat that dog, she’s a garden outlaw
Removing my guideposts one by one
(Ears swinging, tail wagging, she’s having fun!)
But I’m left to wonder till end of the season
What I planted where and was there a reason?