it’s
spring
and
the
goat-footed
balloonMan whistles
far
and
wee
I’m really not a poetry guy at all. But I remember [in Just-] by E. E. Cummings from back when I was [in Just-] my young person days. Those lines make me happy.
The snow is receding here in southern Michigan. But I can see green. The cover crop is working even now to loosen up that block of ice beneath it (mostly the rye). But in just a few weeks…
It never ceases to amaze me what some plants can endure. The spinach that I planted last fall is doing better than it ever was [in Just-] a thin shell of plastic, after enduring temperatures of -20°, and the coldest February this region has ever experienced. My iron pipes should be so durable.
Yours,
the goat- footed balloonMan.
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I must remember to sow more green before the winter. Well done the spinach!💛
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I wish I’d sown more too!
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Well, spinach is known as a super-food for a reason. Never heard of super-pipes. Sorry they are still out (ugh!).
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Haha, I guess you’re right 🙂
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I love e.e., especially that one. The only green shoots I have right now are the very tips of the hated squill, unless you count the lawn which never, ever stops being green. I can only assume my overwintered spinach is green since I forgot to drive up to the garden and check it. Community gardening = commuter gardening.
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I imagine it’s quite a bit more challenging to have to commute to the garden! But I’m sure you look forward to the trips.
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Love this post. That’s some good lookin’ spinach. This poem is one of my favorites (said the former English teacher who reads a lot of poetry).
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Ah, a former English teacher. It comes through in your posts! Now I’m kinda embarrassed that I capitalized e.e. cummings.
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