Jim just loves to garden, yes he does.
He likes nothing better than to put on
his little overalls and his straw hat.
He says, "Let's go get those tools, Jim."
But then doubt begins to set in.
-from the poem
The Definition of Gardening by James Tate
Our back garden is tired of waiting for the Autumn garden to be put in.
I sit and look at the bare, dry soil. I make mental designs and a map of the future garden: the tomatoes will do best in pots again; the jalapenos grew well potted, too. Hmmm, do we need more pots, or should we just plant the rest of everything in soil? We are saving the west wall for vines - no crops there. So where is the lettuce going to grow? The fava beans? Is there a good spot for the cucumbers? Or should I just skip them again this year...Cauliflower? Chard? Broccoli?
"Horticulture is a groping in the dark
into the obscure and unfamiliar,
kneeling before a disinterested secret,
slapping it, punching it like a Chinese puzzle..."
The complete James Tate poem is at