In my core I am a flat lander.
A fourth generation flat lander.
As a kid I was taught by example
To be in awe of sunsets.
My father loved them.
A get everyone up from the dinner table
To admire them
Kind of loved sunsets.
He traveled the world
Met fascinating people
But was never happier
Than when standing in his own front yard
Taking in the full 180 degree sunset
In the evening sky.
We do have some pretty spectacular sunsets.
My friend Mike Klemme has captured many of them.
I know this place.
With it’s long growing season.
I know that sometime in late January
I can start looking for buds on the Hellebores
And by Valentine’s I’ll see the first nose of a daffodil.
If not an out and out bloom.
I know that each fall when I spread the summer’s compost
Around my garden
I can expect a spring crop of worms
The size of small snakes.
Happily digging their way through
The rich soil they helped to create.
But for the past few years
I’ve been cheating on my garden.
I’ve taken up gardening
In another place.
A place that couldn’t be more different
Where here there is a generous 9 – 10 month growing season.
There the last freeze date isn’t until June 15th
And the first freeze date can happen anytime after Labor Day.
How do people live like that.
For me it’s because of my grandchildren.
So I’m learning to garden again.
In a new place.
Now don’t get me wrong.
Home is still home.
But I now have the opportunity
To grow things
That absolutely hate it here on the plains.
I’m trying my hand at
And even Foxglove
Which I have no luck with
No matter where I try.
I’m learning how to out wit
Though they seemed to have eaten
Most of said Poppy buds.
Most challenging of all is the soil.
They don’t call them the Rocky Mountains
For their light airy loam.
Even staking up a delphinium bloom
(to make it more accessible to the deer)
Is an excavation project.
But the mountain air
Does make for glorious color
In all that grows there.
So, I’m literally putting down part time roots
In a new place.
In order to give the next generation