In My Lammas Garden

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and bugs a-plenty, this garden is alive.</p><p id="c051">Disorder can mean comfort, for those who value such, in gardens that are neat and spare, I think he won’t find much. Why put out seeds brought in a bag from provenance unknown, when he has here, a free buffet, organic and home-grown?</p><p id="3fcf">In my garden are no nets or traps: The berries and the plums, are free to all who forage, the given right of first who comes to share in this creation, tiny verdant world of mine. It is loose on plan and structure, yet it thrives, without design.</p><p id="e7f3">Every soul is due the bounty, of mother Gaia’s dance, for if we wish to save our planet, it can not be left to chance. To save their lives as well as ours, we must take action, every one. If we refuse to change our ways, humankind may soon be done.</p><p id="fb28">I work at times, but to enhance the bounty. that belongs, wage war upon invasives, encourage native growth. When multiplied by many

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souls, my tiny effort to re-wild, may give our world a chance: Reverse the tide of plastic death that threatens to advance.</p><p id="5876">You see, my self-indulgent leisure is in fact, a warrior’s stance: To save ourselves, we first must save the insects, with our plants.</p><p id="2888"><i>Elizabeth Barnesco /Summer 2021</i></p><div id="f8fb" class="link-block"> <a href="https://elizabethbarnesco.medium.com/"> <div> <div> <h2>Elizabeth Barnesco - Medium</h2> <div><h3>A double etheree poem Youhave beengone too long. I cannot stopthinking of my loss,wondering how to moveforward in a…</h3></div> <div><p>elizabethbarnesco.medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*KzBfpHdIQI-C9QQi)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

In My Lammas Garden

Disorder with purpose

This space, a combination of whimsy and neglect: I have no inclination for order; I regret, I much prefer to gaze about, enjoy what nature gives. Yet, with method in my madness, a plan for all that lives.

Birds and other creatures may forage undisturbed: If it’s eaten, it has value, berries, grubs and worms abound. All who need, are welcome, to the harvest of this ground.

Today I saw a cardinal, he fluttered in the mint I hope the wildness brought him here, to live, to hunt, to thrive: With seeds and bugs a-plenty, this garden is alive.

Disorder can mean comfort, for those who value such, in gardens that are neat and spare, I think he won’t find much. Why put out seeds brought in a bag from provenance unknown, when he has here, a free buffet, organic and home-grown?

In my garden are no nets or traps: The berries and the plums, are free to all who forage, the given right of first who comes to share in this creation, tiny verdant world of mine. It is loose on plan and structure, yet it thrives, without design.

Every soul is due the bounty, of mother Gaia’s dance, for if we wish to save our planet, it can not be left to chance. To save their lives as well as ours, we must take action, every one. If we refuse to change our ways, humankind may soon be done.

I work at times, but to enhance the bounty. that belongs, wage war upon invasives, encourage native growth. When multiplied by many souls, my tiny effort to re-wild, may give our world a chance: Reverse the tide of plastic death that threatens to advance.

You see, my self-indulgent leisure is in fact, a warrior’s stance: To save ourselves, we first must save the insects, with our plants.

Elizabeth Barnesco /Summer 2021