I've been pretty busy lately. I have been doing some gardening, but it's been everything else that has kept me from writing about it. I have a number of posts to write or finish writing, but in the meantime I wanted to share part of a poem that I found recently. It's called "Build Soil" by Robert Frost. Unfortunately, it doesn't have much to do with gardening or horticulture, but there are a few choice lines that I will share with you. Enjoy, and I hope to be back writing later this weekend. Thanks!
...Plant, breed, produce,
But what you raise or grow, why feed it out,
Eat it, or plow it under where it stands
To build the soil. For what is more accursed
Than an impoverished soil pale and metallic?
What cries more to our kind for our sympathy?
For the whole poem, click
here.
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