IN THE COOL OF THE EVENING
Life is basic in the cottage garden. The cat kills a baby garter snake. The crows mob baby owls. All the poetry of lily buds exploding into starry flowers cannot obscure the violence that takes place amid the cycle of death and renewal that is the very essence of gardening. I plant arugula, beets, calendula, cleome, cucumbers, dill and gourds knowing that the deer will devour most of the seedlings. Yo garden is to hope that something of use will endure.