Once It Begins – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Sarah at dVerse has invited us to write about vegetable gardening, using a list of plants provided.

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Photo: found on multiple sites.

 

“Cares melt when you kneel in your garden.”  Okakura Kazuko

 Once It Begins

Once it begins it begins,
but to begin at all I too must begin,
and so to move towards that which
consumes my energy even before I start,
just to acknowledge the needs of the soil,
to rejuvenate to a friable tilth,
removing winter’s detritus,
the stalks of old and to
boldly plunge in as so often before,
once it begins with spade and hoe,
stakes and twine, bags and jars,
it gathers pace and the vision grows,
worlds erupt and the magic flows,
plans expand beyond the Nile
for a harvest of harvests,
of crucifers and kales,
tubers and climbers,
the table bowed,
as kitchen rejoices
in purple swords,
czar, blue fire,
and aurora too,
knife and fork,
the juices flow,
once it begins.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

45 Comments

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45 responses to “Once It Begins – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. You have captured well the joy of gardening. This suits my husband to a “t'”.

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  2. Reblogged and posted on Facebook… Great poem… had to smile, I am a big gardener…more big in enthusiasm and small in garden than when younger… Old house we had huge garden… no veggies except herbs and all cout clowers and decorative perennials and so forth.. zinnias coming up now… real cook spring here… columbines, bleeding hearts and such all beautiful this year… would show you but don’t know how to post pics on somebody’ else’s site.

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    • Thank you Nat, yes, I’ve had big gardens in the past, especially when we were farming, but now quite compact, and manageable 🙂 the only way I know to share photos here is if you have a URL to another site to link it like face book.

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  3. Can’t see to type today… all grey and yuk.

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  4. Wonderful ode to gardening Paul. I too love to garden.There is something holy about it. Perhaps it’s the act of creating something beautiful where once there was nothing.

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  5. Nice lines: “it gathers pace and the vision grows,
    worlds erupt and the magic flows,”

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  6. I had to look up ‘friable tilth’. 😀

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  7. A magical experience of something so simple and true.

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  8. Every year, when we prepare the garden, I have that hope for “a harvest of harvests with the table bowed, as kitchen rejoices.” (Otherwise known as hope springs eternal.)

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  9. Charis Counselling

    I love this – so true of us

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  10. It’s funny, but that’s just how it goes. Yard work and growing things, healthy things, are some of life’s greatest joys.

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  11. I love this, Paul! The slow start, the planning and preparing, and then your words pick up pace and your garden sprouts and grows, and yields its bounty. Clever stuff 🙂

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  12. Amy

    I just planted some herbs, pepper, and cucumber. We are getting good rain this spring. 🙂

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  13. I fully agree to sandyjwhite’s comment. Thank you for the positive thoughts. Best wishes for the weekend. Michael

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