Lovesong

The Cure Lovesong

The first day of work 3.24.20

Entering the old veg. Garden
Digging up buried deer netting
Late afternoon
  • Magnolia Blossoms
  • Getting ready to open
  • Old bench hiding
  • Built 15 years ago; the wild roses, bittersweet, and trumpet vines can have it. The bench was never comfortable. Actually I don’t think anybody has ever sat in it.
Diseased Peach Tree not producing peaches
But birds,yes!

3.28.20

  • Bringing Home the Troybilt Tiller
  • Used, but in good shape
  • Great idea! Old refrigerator doors as a ramp.
  • Not so great! Crash! straight to the ground!
  • Cutting down bittersweet and invasive Tree of Heaven
  • Looking into the old pumpkin patch
  • Clearing out the old butterfly Garden
Even the garage is overgrown! Perhaps, some images shouldn’t be posted.

ONE HUNDRED LOVE SONNETS: XVII

I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,   
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:   
I love you as one loves certain obscure things,   
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries   
the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,   
and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose   
from the earth lives dimly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,   
I love you directly without problems or pride:
I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,
except in this form in which I am not nor are you,   
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,   
so close that your eyes close with my dreams.

PABLO NERUDA