My Gardening Things

By Kathy Purdy April 7, 2006 – Posted in: Miscellaneous

Thanks to the Garden Djinn, I learned a new song and a new word today. My Gardening Things is sung to the tune of “My Favorite Things” from the film The Sound of Music.

My Gardening Things

Catalogs breeding and seedlings are sprouting
Weeds have arisen and beds are a-calling
Spring has erupted and bitten us all
There’s so much to do here – Hope I’m done by this fall!

Veggies and flowers are begging attention
grass isn’t growing – but it’s worth a mention
planning and plotting a new summer scene
there’s so much to do here – I’m ready to scream!

Pansies to dead head and crocus to divide
shrubs that need trimming and mulches to provide
bugs to be vanquished and compost to turn
there’s so much to do here – must avoid a sun burn!

When the bugs bite
When the weeds thrive
When I’m feeling sad
I simply remember my gardening things
And then I don’t feel so bad!
words by Talena

If you’re going to have a tune stuck in your head, might as well have words that apply to your life to sing it to. I wish I had Winnie-the-Pooh’s or Frances‘s talent for that. I’m not that immersed in the world of music. Does anyone know other songs that express pleasure in gardening or in being in a garden?

As for that new word I learned, you’ll have to read the comments to this post to find out.

About the Author

Kathy Purdy is a colchicum evangelist, converting unsuspecting gardeners into colchicophiles. She would be delighted to speak to your group about colchicums or other gardening topics. Kathy’s been writing since 4th grade, gardening since high school, and blogging since 2002.

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Now, the digging and dividing of perennials, the general autumn cleanup and the planting of spring bulbs are all an act of faith. One carries on before the altar of delayed gratification, until the ground freezes and you can’t do any more other than refill the bird feeder and gaze through the window, waiting for the snow. . . . Meanwhile, it helps to think of yourself as a pear tree or a tulip. You will blossom spectacularly in the spring, but only after the required period of chilling.

~Adrian Higgins in The Washington Post, November 6, 2013

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Stree April 16, 2006, 3:49 pm

I think these are the words.

Inch by inch, row by row
Gonna make this garden grow
Gonna mulch it deep and low
Gonna make it fertile ground

Inch by inch, row by row
Please bless these seeds I sow
Please keep them safe below
‘Till the rain comes tumbling down

Pullin’ weeds and pickin’ stones
We are made of dreams and bones
Need a place to call my own
‘Cause the time is close at hand

Grain for grain, sun and rain
Find my way in nature’s chain
Till my body and my brain
Tell the music of the land

CHORUS

Plant your rows straight and long
Season with a prayer and song
Mother Earth will make you strong
If you give her loving care

CHORUS

[The Anti-Garden Verses – by someone whose name Arlo forgot]:
Slug by slug, weed by weed
Boy this garden’s got me t’d
All the insects come to feed
On my tomato plants

Sunburt face, skined up knees
The kitchen’s chocked with zuchinis
I’m shopping at the A&P’s
Next time I get the chance
[End of Anti-Garden Verses]

Old crow watching from a tree
He’s got his hungry eye on me
In my garden I’m as free
As that feathered thief up there

Then finally, the chorus again…..

and any tips on sweet peas would be welcome *