MARSHALING MY FORCES
I haven't forgotten so many things
as to make we wonder - here, by
the old barn, at the Spring, where
that lady first came, telling us to
plant the rhubarb and tomatoes
there. Right. There. She went on
about sunlight, and May 31st; how
nothing should be planted before
then. 'This is the north country,'
as she put it, 'freezes can linger.'
I almost told her she was nuts.
And, anyway, the rhubarb was
already there, from someone
else, and it's a Springtime crop.
But I wasn't about to argue with
a local. She'd swat me down.
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