I got a late start on garden crap this year, but it's finally starting to show some positive signs of life. Yes, they are but lil' sprouts, but soon they will be delicious.
And the growing season couldn't have started off better. Two weeks of rain soaking hell, then a week of stupid sunny heat death. The results were explosive for late May. Yay!
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At first I couldn't see the garden gnome lurking behind the trees; but, with deep patience, I now see it.
I now see Him.
His light is a sound unto the eye. My soul is feral but in the garden of righteousness.
My days of scurry are the memories of The Other. I am filled with plants and so will serve.
Garden Gnome, I am Home.
Join us.
I have my eye on them Gnomes. Worry not.
'The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper. '
- W.B. Yeats
I believe Yeats also sees...The Garden Gnome.
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