Bitter-scented tomato vines
rub elbows with zucchinis
behind fireworks of kale.
Cedar mulch and neem oil
mingle with sage fragrance
above the jewels of chard stems.
Scents of sweat and earth rise
as blessed breezes draw
a cool sweetness from the morning.
Our twist-tied twig archway
leads the dancing cucumbers on
beneath the unrelenting sun.
Copyright 2020 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: The photo is our garden, in which we are waging an organic war with cabbage butterfly caterpillars, white flies, leafhoppers and other feasting fauna. We’ve surrounded our melon seedlings with a fence of peppermint. Getting produce will be a victory indeed. Did you plant a garden? Is it going well? Our kitchen cabinets are being built, and until that happens, we are limping along with a half-broken kitchen.
28 thoughts on “July Scents”
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LOLOL Good name for them. And there’s no way to keep them out. It seems as if they can outsmart anything anyone can do.
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We need a T-shirt that says Black Bear, Brown Bear and Micro-Bear, with pictures. 🙂
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
ALL THESE SCENTS…HELP CULTIVATE A SENSE…OF PEACE. BRAVO!
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I feel more peaceful in the garden, too.
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we do also.
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SLAY THEM NASTY CATERPILLARS! 😀
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You know it! It’s our kale, not theirs. 🙂
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Beautiful, interesting garden 🙂 amitiés
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Merci. I’ve been enjoying watching it grow.
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Perhaps we are fortunate that we concentrate on flowers. I wish you well with your produce.
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You should see the bees on my native peppermint. It’s as though nothing else matters to them.
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I hope yo can protect the garden. Good luck, too, with the kitchen.
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It’ll be a race to see if I can get my kitchen done or the next shutdown means I’ll be cooking in the garage all winter…. or until I run out of propane. Sigh.
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do not surrender, your garden is lovely and it will be wonderful when your kitchen is done. your poem describes a garden symphony.
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I’m holding my own so far. I found giant zucchinis this morning. I had no idea they were there, and they are big as my forearm.
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I hope you win. I do not have a garden, but the squirrels are eating the tomatoes from the garden next door.
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Yes, I think I have a squirrel issue as well. Fences don’t keep them out. Or chipmunks. My son calls them micro-bears. 🙂
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Your garden looks lush and lovely.
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Thanks. Are you growing one, too?
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Nice poem, I love the dragon 💜
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Thanks! His name is Cilantro. Sadly, he’s the only Cilantro that I manage to grow in my garden. 🙂
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Well he is gorgeous 😍
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🙂 He thinks you’re quite a looker as well.
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Lol that’s made my day thank you 💜
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I’m not sure what his intentions are…. 🙂
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He’s a dragon 🐉 his intentions can only be honourable 💜
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🙂 I’m sure you’re right.
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Lol 😆
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