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Arthur Benson's avatar

I am a 78 year old semi retired civil rights lawyer in Kansas City who in recent years has found gardening to be a world apart. My native flowers planted for butterflies and bees and my vegetables planted for me become a respite from the world, as Robert Frost wrote a mood apart.

“Once down on my knees to growing plants

I prodded the earth with a lazy tool

In time with a medley of sotto chants;

But becoming aware of some boys from school

Who had stopped outside the fence to spy,

I stopped my song and almost heart,

For any eye is an evil eye

That looks in on to a mood apart."

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Mark Jeffries's avatar

Your post makes me think of the excellent book "The Wild Braid" A Poet Reflects on a Century in the Garden" by Stanley Kunitz, with Genine Lentine, which I recently re-read.

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