In My Garden
- plantlovestories
- Apr 21, 2021
- 1 min read
by Ruben Mesa
At the front of my house I planted some peas
To try and help out the neighborhood bees.
They went in the ground,
And I fussed all around,
Until I was tired down to my knees.
On the back end, to add some variety,
And, also, because it killed my anxiety,
I planted tomatoes,
And have some potatoes,
Growing next to my fruit bearing tree.
I was told by a friend I have no needs
To plant veggies and fight with the weeds
“Just go out the door,
And buy at the store!”
They say at amazing speeds.
But I fear that they have my intentions confused.
I plant and I grow because it leaves me amused!
I do it for flower and bees!
… Alright, and the peas.
It’s just not right to leave them unused.
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