Another Garden Postcard

Neil Young: After the Garden is Gone







A daffodil bulb
will divide and
redivide endlessly.
That's why,
like the peony,
it is one of
the few flowers
you can find around
abandoned farmhouses,
still blooming and
increasing in numbers
fifty years
after the farmer
and his wife
have moved to heaven,
or the other place,
Boca Raton.
If you dig up a clump
when no one is nearby
and there is no danger
of being shot,
you'll find that
there are scores
of little bulbs
in each clump,
the progeny of
a dozen or so
planted by
the farmer's wife
in 1942.
If you take these home,
separate them,
and plant them
in your own yard,
within a couple of years,
you'll have
a hundred daffodils
for the mere price
of a trespassing fine
or imprisonment or both.
I had this adventure once,
and I consider it
one of the great
cheap thrills
of my gardening career.
I am not advocating trespassing,
especially on my property,
but there is
no law against having
a shovel in the trunk of your car.

--Cassandra Danz
Mrs. Greenthumbs




THUMPER'S NEW BEST FRIEND
HORSERADISH
KENTUCKY WONDER BEANS AND JAUNE FLAMME TOMATOES
LARGE RED CHERRY AND SUN GOLD TOMATOES
RED GRAPE AND YELLOW PEAR TOMATOES
MAPLE WITH LUPINES
ROSEMARY, DELPHINIUM, AND LILAC
BACKYARD ROSES