Budding
From withered shoots,
New plants remember those
Which died before and and take their
Mantles.
This was written for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday #171, write a cinquain. Today, as we sit in hushed houses and watch our gardens grow in the back, I chose to limit my words and put everything into as small a bite as I could.
This one is dedicated to my raspberry briers which recently decided they weren’t dead.
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I like the way you phrased that end note regarding your raspberry canes. It’s always a joy to see new life burgeoning when we thought it was gone. Maybe that’s why gardeners live so long? On that note, this morning I noticed a flower on my Peace Lily. Brought a smile.
Glad your garden’s doing well! This is my first year with these raspberry varieties specifically, so I don’t expect a crop for a couple more years. But, given the clay-like soil around here, I’m also unsure exactly how well anything plans on growing. When some leaves popped up on the canes, I was like “yay!”
Cheap tip to improve clay soil. When turning it over, add a mess of old shredded newspapers in the bottom of the trench. My aunt used to grow amazing crops with no additional compost.
Ooh, good tip! I have some zucchinis that I might cut up and plant in the back yard, and that sounds like a good plan.
Make sure you bury it about 9 inches deep. And water it too to start the decay. Wish you well with it
The cycle of life… perfect.
Thank you!
What a beautiful piece about nature and life. So enthralling and captivating in your imagery! I enjoyed reading your work. ❤️
Thank you! Sometimes nature can be the best inspiration.
It’s amazing how life regenerates, despite outward appearances. (K)
When I get anything to grow, it makes me feel impressive.
Except weeds. I can’t seem to get those to die.
I really like this, H. Filled with hope and new life.
Thank you! Nature helped a lot. Gardening some while I’m stuck at home.
Ahh, life, death, and rebirth, all part of the natural cycle. Also Lol! at your afterword about the not-dead raspberry briers.
You’ll be laughing in a couple years when MY MOUTH IS FULL OF FRESH BERRIES NOM NOM!
I have great hope for my garden despite of the dreary winter. Very nice, HRR.
I’m sure your garden will be beautiful! Our winter was very mild this year, and I’m actually wondering if we’re staring down an early summer in the face.
Our winter started late this year. The plum trees had blossoms earlier than any flowers. The only other flowers we have are covers. They attracted bees to pollinate to plus flowers before the rain. Looking forward to the plums in the summer.
Reblogged this on Where Genres Collide Traci Kenworth YA Author & Book Blogger for all Genres as well as craft books and commented:
Another nice!
Thanks for sharing!
You’re welcome, H.R.R.!
Excellent Cinquain! So, I had the same problem with my Mesquite tree in my backyard. All the leaves fell off ,and in Arizona they don’t go bare. We just had that tree planted last summer after we moved in. Well, I’m happy to report that the tree has all new growth – kind of like your raspberries. 😀
Yay! It’s really nice when things work out well, especially whsn you want to eat them later. =P
Truth! Here’s to raspberries!
There is hope for everything in the end. Great poem!
Thank you! Have a nice day!
Deep… Nice!!!
Thank you!