One of the thing that intrigued me
About Monet’s garden
Was how you keep it looking so good
For 500,000 visitors a season.
A challenge to say the least.
So I was curious about the gardeners.
Normally in this situation I would simply
Sic Debra on them.
After all she is a most curious person
And has a way of interrogation that is
Gentle and charming.
But we had a couple of problems,
One, the gardeners were at work.
And we were there during their busy hours.
So we were asked not to bother them.
Then there was the fact
That they spoke French
And I don’t.
But you can learn a lot
By observing from afar.
One question was about poppies.
They pulled them up
By the root
Just as the last bloom wilted
Before the seeds had matured.
Yet they look like
They have self-seeded.
So the unanswered questions was
Do they dry the green pods
And save the seeds
To sprinkle in the snow?
My suspicion is that they return
To the garden
I never got the answer.
But sometimes mystery
And unanswered questions
Are just as much fun!
So since I wasn’t sure
Of the fate of these green pods
Packed with seeds of a color of poppy
I had never seen before.
A few seemed to find their way
Into my pocket.
Couldn’t wait to get them home
Into my own garden.
But….the last night
Someone commented about how fast customs moves
With the use of drug dogs.
And since these are the very variety
Of poppies that the USDA has banned in quantity.
We decided to leave them behind.
Kristina really wanted to see her children again.
And not get caught up
In a gardening tour
You would think that pulling all these poppies.
Would leave giant gaps in the color.
But as soon as one plant was pulled
Someone else came along
With a plant just as tall in hand
And planted them in the empty space.
While we were there
They replaced the poppies
Three foot tall cosmos.
Which took me to
Wander through shall we say
The “guts” of the place.
And cold frames
Where they are grown.
They were filled with plants
Ready for the big show.
I found the yellow wheelbarrows
I had noticed throughout the garden
Brimming with plants
Headed to the compost pile.
They were stacked against the fence
Just like mine at home.
Seeing the process
Was just as interesting
As the finished product.
I think it was there
That I found
My gardening Monet muse.
“It’s on the strength of observation and reflection that one finds a way. So we must dig and delve unceasingly.”