{"id":1103,"date":"2014-05-25T12:50:50","date_gmt":"2014-05-25T20:50:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.riley.rackliffe.org\/?p=1103"},"modified":"2014-05-25T12:50:50","modified_gmt":"2014-05-25T20:50:50","slug":"garden","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blog.riley.rackliffe.org\/?p=1103","title":{"rendered":"Garden"},"content":{"rendered":"

There is a rose in me\u2026red petals soft against dark green leaves\u2026dew sparkling in the sunlight. A fragrance that\u2019s sweetly scented of summer\u2014I keep this rose because it grows in my garden and I will not let it go. <\/p>\n

\"Shore<\/a><\/p>\n

There is an iris in me\u2026broad strong leaves resisting the weeds\u2026growing larger year after year and sprouting new heads and blooms. I grow and expand, spreading rhizomes through shallow soil in flowery circles. <\/p>\n

\"Campus<\/a><\/p>\n

There are potatoes inside of me\u2026. Fat, dirty, born of the earth\u2026.carefully grown for next year\u2019s harvest\u2026crisp, white flesh, holding the energy of the sun\u2026.I grew them in my garden and my garden requires them still.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

There is a penstemon in me\u2026a blue one, resistant to drought\u2026tall, the paired leaves spiral upward\u2026a resting stop for bees\u2026.it drops seeds in the dark soil each fall and my garden grows\u2026.<\/p>\n

\"Penstemon<\/a><\/p>\n

There is wheat in me\u2026.golden fields playing in the wind\u2026 heavy seeds bending to the earth\u2026it wasn\u2019t there before\u2026I plucked it from the wilds and trained and grew it to feed mankind\u2026the wheat makes my bread and feeds my hunger\u2014and my children. <\/p>\n

<\/em><\/a\"Rolls<\/a><\/p>\n

There is soft turf in me\u2026tender green blades of water-loving grass\u2026flowing as a path it connects the beds of roses\u2026.it is trimmed around the edges and never allowed in threaten my flowers\u2026The grass grows peacefully in my garden because I want it there and I keep it there.<\/p>\n

\"The<\/a><\/p>\n

There is a daisy in me and a black-eyed Susan\u2026.The daisy cools the summer sun and feeds the roving aphids, it graces my inner Eden and brings in dreams of Kensington \u2026.The black-eyed Susan grows in heat, releasing stored sunlight with beady orange explosions. These are my hanging gardens, my mountain refuge from the desert\u2014this daisy and the black-eyed Susan are in my garden because I planted them there.<\/p>\n

\"Olive<\/a><\/p>\n

O, I got an arboretum; I got a botanical paradise, inside my thumping heart and dreaming head. The wilderness is there too, invading, trying to take it all back. But I am the gardener here. I keep out the weeds and nurture the flowers. I am he that plants each spring and plucks each harvest. This is my garden and it will grow only as I tend it and I will live with it as it grows.\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

See also Wilderness<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

There is a rose in me\u2026red petals soft against dark green leaves\u2026dew sparkling in the sunlight. A fragrance that\u2019s sweetly scented of summer\u2014I keep this rose because it grows in my garden and I will not let it go. There is an iris in me\u2026broad strong leaves resisting the weeds\u2026growing larger year after year and […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1103","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/s2xIrS-garden","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.riley.rackliffe.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1103","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.riley.rackliffe.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.riley.rackliffe.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.riley.rackliffe.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.riley.rackliffe.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1103"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"http:\/\/blog.riley.rackliffe.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1103\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1116,"href":"http:\/\/blog.riley.rackliffe.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1103\/revisions\/1116"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.riley.rackliffe.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1103"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.riley.rackliffe.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1103"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.riley.rackliffe.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1103"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}