Garden Blues

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demure101
demure101
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A cold summer – wet, windy, obstructive
to growth. In the kitchen garden only
weeds thrive. It takes a lot of work
to keep up a semblance of orderly rows
and abundance. From the road, though,
things seem quite all right. Greens are greens,
and quality cannot be judged from a
distance: but for the most astute gardener
everybody's taken in. This lush wetness
is not unlike a far-off hillside
shantytown; close contact only reveals
its essential poverty. And the rains
abide. The sun is far too seldom out
to make an impact on the crop; all it wants
is nothing but a little bit more warmth.

demure101
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Oldbear63Oldbear63over 9 years ago
Really nice Demure

Greens are green and quality cannot be judged from a distance - You might be looking at my lawn. Wonderful descriptions, I liked this one a lot.

twelveoonetwelveooneover 9 years ago
micro to the macro

This lush wetness is not unlike a far-off hillside shantytown;

scale may be a little skewed...

The sun is far too seldom out to make an impact on the crop; all it wants

is nothing but a little bit more warmth.

Do you want a hug?

5ed

AnonymousAnonymousover 9 years ago
*****

Five.

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