Let your inner eye survey the blooming and buzzing outdoors and light on a writing prompt:

1. Swelling green tomatoes

2. Darting hummingbirds

3. A rusted wheelbarrow

4. Dark and moist soil

Write along with the Trinity Cathedral Writers for 30 minutes and let us know how it went for you, if you please.


One Response to Writing a summer garden

  1. June Gillam says:

    Here’s what I got:

    Swelling green tomatoes now burgeon in my backyard raised bed garden where so many summers before the tomatoes have withered on the vine. Lots of blossoms but they produced only golf ball-sized stunted and dry fruit that mostly wouldn’t even turn from green to red. So, this last winter I had a landscape gardener add in a yard of what he called mushroom compost–not at all dark nor moist, but light brown lumps I didn’t recognize and thought he meant the new soil was actually compost made of mushrooms.

    This spring, my two daughters planted the raised bed with a mixture of seeds and plants. Seeds of climbing green beans, sunflowers, marigolds, dill and cilantro. The plants were zucchini, yellow squash, a couple tiny pepper plants and three tomato plants. As I went out to praise my daughters work and look at the garden more closely, I realized that what I thought was compost made of mushrooms must have been a de-odorized horse manure. The round lumps were the same shape and texture as I’d seen in a friend’s garden a few years before. He is a landscape architect and grows astonishing huge flowers, especially dahlias. All over his back yard was spread piles of horse manure–in that same shape as in my garden, but his had not been deodorized. I was so grateful mine had been somehow mysteriously deprived of the authentic farm smells, and I realized then that we would likely have a rich harvest in contrast to the past couple years.

    Sure enough, the early girl tomato now has fist-sized tomatoes fattening in the sun and its green globes glowed this morning with a yellowish tint, so I know the hot red fruit will be ready to bite into in a couple weeks. I am hoping they will have that old fashioned earthy smell and luscious taste of the beefsteak tomatoes my grandma used to harvest on her little Galt farm. Maybe we will have enough for me to bring some to share.

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