Charming. In Its Own Way

Only a gardener can appreciate my backyard right now. 

A gardener who has witnessed seeds that failed to germinate,

or those that do sprout, only to have them destroyed by squirrels, chipmunks or bunnies;

or ravaged by insects just as the fruit is just beginning to form.

A hopeful gardener who planted seeds late, just hoping they would stretch to their full 6 feet before frosts, 

 To see the hearty nasturtiums winding through the walls and floor of the playhouse.

Or, a hungry gardener who knows what a special treat it will be to eat nasturtium Pesto in the dead of winter. 

The act of gardening builds patience, perseverance and patience; and the deep wisdom that knows that all this too shall pass. 

 A gardener can love this wild and tumbling back yard, knowing that frost will soon be here,

and all of this luscious green will soon be squelched, and turned to gray.