Because of the drought, I did no planting this spring, and instead let existing things go to seed. As I result, I have my own fennel and coriander seeds from the garden, as well as lots of chicken food!
But here it is, poetry Monday, and despite working all day in the garden, I need to post a poem. I found a set of poems that Richard Brautigan wrote on seed packets. Here is one, and you can see more here:
I was quite bowled over by Trout Fishing in America when I first read it in my teens, hadn’t read anything quite like it. I still fondly remember the Kool-Aid Wino, the bullfrogs, and the alligator.