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| Credit to my sister Delaina Scholes, a master gardener |
“My Therapy"
Digging in the dirt is therapeutic.
Tonight I had a good session
with my therapists: dirt and petunias.
They sat in a carton of 12, poised,
ready to listen, go on a journey with me.
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| Hands full of dirt. Credit to my sister Delaina Scholes |
combined with the local dirt to make
a healthy start to any plant, particularly
petunias, pink, dark purple, and periwinkle.
I dug a hole, mixed the manure and mulch
with the dirt, snipped off the bottoms
where the roots were bound,
and then carefully placed them
in their new homes, and smushed dirt
tightly around them like soft blankets.
They aligned beautifully between
the daisies and white snow in the summertime.
Together, once they mature and bloom
will create a colorful cadre to beckon bees,
butterflies, and those dainty lady bugs!
I am thinking about all this as I dig
in the dirt mixing the ingredients
while planting each of the petunias,
thinking about how it relaxes me,
helps me rise out of any doldrums,
and this has been happening for years.
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| Digging in the dirt. Credit to my sister Delaina Scholes |
After finishing tamping around my petunias
tight and snug, I quenched their thirst
with water, until their roots sigh with relief
in unison with my own sighing.
Therapy comes in many ways,
but mine comes from the ground,
dirt oozing between my fingers
while budding petunias beg me
to plant them deep so they will grow
into the beauty they were meant to become.
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| Credit to my sister Delaina Scholes, a master gardener |
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| Credit to my sister Delaina Scholes, a master gardener |
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