This time of year, when the rains give way to sunny days, in my mind I always hear e.e. cumming’s poem in just spring. Those of you who’ve studied poetry remember cummings. He never capitalized his name or the titles of his poems which I could never get away with in English class! Here he is reading the poem:
In California a break in the rain this time of year brings this urgency to all gardeners: Quick: Pull the weeds while they’re young and tender and the ground is mudluscious!!!
Sure they’re cute in their infancy. So many brilliant shades of green particularly after four years of drought, it seems a shame to try to uproot them but if you don’t, they will grow like – well – weeds. And once the ground starts to dry your best chance to get rid of the bratty teens is with a jack hammer.
Which brings me back to mud. I don’t view mud as icky. Especially when my mud is rife with worms.
Isn’t this a lovely shot of mud?
It will dry out quickly if the California sun continues to shine.
And then my battle will be hard. But today was a mudluscious day.
i wore my garden hat.
to the birds
and the boy practicing basketball
thump… thump… thump
and the creek, dry for years roaring to life.
and i said oh what the heck and started my day
in the lower case.
with the worms and the mud.
oh please wordpress – don’t ruin my mudlicious day by insisting i capitalize everything!
(although clearly I’m no e.e. cummings)
Now, the theory of proper blogging etiquette dictates that I end this blog with a question, thus encouraging comments, but the question “what do you think about mud?” really seems a bit daft, don’t you think?