F
Transplants are tender.
Need nourishment,
Wilt in the heat of the day,
Perk up in the cool of the evening.
Crave life giving water.
The older they are the greater the risk,
Some may not make the transition
From the familiar,
To the new surprising garden.
Many with extra care
Put down new roots and flourish.
They once again bear fruit.
Cerita M. Hewett
June 3, 2015
Revised July 6, 2015
I was reminded again today,
How important it is to weed
My own garden and
How difficult and even dangerous it is,
To try to weed,
Someone else’s ground.
Not knowing what is planted in that soil,
It is easy to pull a flower in its beginnings,
Mistaking it for a weed.
Leaving a gaping wound whose
Healing takes such time
And effort that one tires into exhaustion.
In the heat of the moment,
One is served best by
Searching out and extracting,
Personal weeds as carefully as possible,
Leaving the care of another’s plot,
Safely in the owner’s loving hands.
Cerita M. Hewett
July 2009
Revised November 2014
We ate thick vegetable soup,
Sitting on the retaining wall,
In the backyard.
Plump piles of leaves
Waited to be mower mulched,
And wheel barreled to the garden,
While we shared cracker,
A kiwi,
An apple.
Sun soaked and work warmed,
We talked of pecan harvest,
Grown children,
And Thanksgiving.
Neither spoke of love,
But we gathered it anyway.
Cerita M. Hewlett
December 3, 1997
Ed’s little family can
Eat half a watermelon
In nothing flat!
They chew all the pink off the rind,
Leaving just a little white
Next to the dark green shell.
What Applejacks the pony gets is pitiful,
Still he eagerly gobbles the leavings and
The chickens snatch anything he misses.
Cerita M. Hewett
August 2011