just when we quit staying home because it was raining
stopped bothering with umbrellas
took rain as the natural condition of life
and the sun came out
sorting out the garden's jungle mornings, evenings
against my dermatologist's anxiety)
i tear out thriving 'wrong' plants
leaving the 'right ones' to flourish.
these to discard these to keep what is the point of this
i ask myself,
enjoying the sun thru my shirt
the sweat under my hat.
a waste of time.
the garden will never be done year to year the weeds the thinning
the time i could be wasting
some other way.