lettuce in winter
The potting room was a miserable dank
shed, trash-chocked, roofed in plastic, blackberries
ingrown amid jetsam. she dragged it all
into the light, sifting for tools or nails, then
consigning the rest to dump runs. With one son,
the quiet one, she re-roofed the room with scraps
from the house job, and installed used windows.
On the south, a sliding door turned on its side
served for greenhouse glass. A friend's offer
of a chimney to salvage solved the question
of how to floor. With her other son, the tall
one, she rented a forty-foot ladder and picked
bricks from the air, frightened half to death.
They piled them by the plant-room door, and the girl,
last child, brimful of jokes and laughter, brought
bricks one by one, which they set face up
in a herringbone pattern. They swept sand and
mortar into the cracks, and danced in the sun
which already had warmed the red clay. Now for
a bench, painted green for the color of wishing,
and pots of all sizes, flats too, with a tall can
for watering. She hankered for lettuce in
winter, and sowed the flats in October. After
a month, wild geese and their music gone south,
she noted her seedlings spindly and sad,
so picked up a hammer and some two-by-six,
and built a quick coldframe with the other half
of the always helpful sliding door. Outside
on the south wall in the duck pen she framed it,
and dibbled the seedlings within. They liked that,
but a darkness comes on in December; after
a full day, full week, one comes home exhausted
to eat, to sleep, not to water gardens.
One thing only has saved the lettuce: the ducks
do not like coming in for the night. She goes
out to the dark to disturb them; they rush home
complaining while the madwoman hops and chuckles.
She locks them away from coyotes, and turns,
as in afterthought, to visit her seedlings. By feel
she gives them their water, and tends them, her hands
stretching toward summer in the unseen leaves.
Risa Stephanie Bear
*poem used with gracious permission from author
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3 Comments:
This is just beautiful, that last stanza brought a lump to my throat. Oh to be able to write like that! Just lovely, thank you. And that photo is delicious, I want to eat it.
I must try to take some photos of vegetables. Radishes. They would be nice to photograph I think.
So beautiful. I'm so glad you shared that.
I just wanted to let you know that I tagged you for a meme on my blog:
http://lettersfromahillfarm.blogspot.com/
Please don't feel obligated. Just do it if you want to.
any questions?
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