I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers
flow in the right direction, will the earth turn
as it was taught, and if not how shall
I correct it?
Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven,
can I do better?
Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows
can do it and I am, well,
Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it,
am I going to get rheumatism,
Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing.
And gave it up. And took my old body
and went out into the morning,
~ Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems
I wake shortly after four, my body aching from crawling around in the garden yesterday. I think about the walls-o-water I put up around the tomatoes as I check the weather forecast. We’re in for a warming trend so I’ll take them down on the weekend. C’est la vie.
I’m going to plant beans today and that’s the extent of the gardening for this aching body. Seems like a good day to take my camera out to play instead.