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Christmas Eve in my garden
Tis the night before Christmas
And in my front yard
My hardy bananas are all standing guard.
They’ve been stately and leafy and looking just fine
Until Mother Nature dropped the mercury to one-nine.
And they weren’t the only to feel the zap
The rest of my garden now looks just like crap.
Sure, 2008’s been an interesting year
The weather for one was really quite queer.
The spring never happened, the summer was not
All of my tomatoes just went to pot.
The cucumbers struggled, the corn was so short
The eggplant flowered but it then did abort.
Somehow the zucchini continued to bear
Despite the cool days and the nip in the air.
But the sweet peas were puzzling
Though they grew just like weeds
They never formed flowers and thus never seeds.
I’ve got tons of carrots and radishes too
Beets by the dozens, I’m so glad they grew.
I can eat them all winter, taking only a few
Making salads and soups and even a stew.
I had visions of planting more crops in the fall
Building some hoops to cover them all.
But now that I see what the weather does bring
I think I will wait until it is spring.
Christmas Eve in my garden is a time to reflect
On the labor and planning and even neglect.
Of the failures and glories and dreams come true
And all of the reasons I do what I do.
For gardening to me is a labor of love
It’s a gift to us all that has come from above.
The miracle of growth is a wonder indeed
One that so many don’t realize they need.
When planting a seed and watching it grow
We exercise faith in the future we know
As we nurture our gardens I truly believe
It’s not what we give but what we receive
Sure, we water and prune and thin and weed
And sometimes our fingers can actually bleed
Our backs will complain and our feet will be sore
But when it’s all done, we come back for more
For the act of gardening doesn’t seem like work
The joy and the pleasure are really the perk.
Seeing the flowers and watching the bees
And smelling the roses amongst the trees
Gives us reason to labor for hours on end
At least until our knees won’t bend.
Steve Smith is owner of Sunnyside Nursery in Marysville. You can reach him at 425-334-2002 or email at firstname.lastname@example.org.