We will turn the soil to incorporate the poop;
On our knees, we’ll plant the seeds that will soon take root.
It’s time to get the garden in; there’s no more excuse.
I’d like to rest one more day, but can’t afford this ruse.
Rain’s coming tomorrow; there can be no better time
To sow the most tender plantings in this mountain clime.
We know that by some standards, we’re a little bit late
Frost and mud and our travels clearly delayed the date
For harrowing and planting and other garden chores
We’re just eating the last of our last year’s produce stores.
We think it’s okay if we don’t harvest quite as much;
Besides doing canning, I may read and write and such.