Results and Roses: Garden Bloggers’ Muse Day

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The man who wants a garden fair,
Or small or very big,
With flowers growing here and there,
Must bend his back and dig.

The things are mighty few on earth
That wishes can attain.
Whate’er we want of any worth
We’ve got to work to gain.

It matters not what goals you seek,
Its secret here reposes:
You’ve got to work from week to week
To get Results or Roses.

–Edgar A. Guest

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.

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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Mary Ann February 17, 2008, 7:12 am

Reminds me of my favorite, Rudyard Kipling and The Glory of the Garden.

“Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made
By singing:—“Oh, how beautiful!” and sitting in the shade…”

Annie in Austin February 5, 2008, 8:48 pm

Thanks for sharing this one, Kathy – both funny and true. Don’s poetic rose path sure does sound cool.

Annie at the Transplantable Rose

Shady Gardener February 4, 2008, 10:00 pm

I was unfamiliar with that poem. I’ll have to see if I can locate a book or two by this author! Can’t play until you get your work done. Can’t enjoy it unless you’ve worked! 🙂

Mr. McGregor's Daughter February 4, 2008, 1:45 pm

Great poem – a metaphor for life.

Kathy Purdy February 3, 2008, 12:01 pm

Don . . . that is cool! Thank you everyone for stopping by. I was sorting through old catalogs and found the poem on the back of the catalog from a used book dealer. (In the pre-Internet era, if you wanted a book that was out of print, you had to contact a used book dealer.)

Don February 3, 2008, 11:53 am

I’ve got a set of four stepping stones that run through my rose bed; each stone has a line from the last stanza of the poem by Guest… kind of cool (of course you have to walk the right way down the path to read it).

Curtis February 2, 2008, 9:22 pm

Kathy, This very true. I just had to read it aloud to the kids. All things that are of any worth are gotten by hard work.

Diana February 2, 2008, 3:34 pm

How true! And it reminds me that even though we gardeners like to think that we are in charge, for all our planning and plotting, we are truly at the mercy of Mother Nature. We might think we’re getting roses, but, it doesn’t always turn out that way, in spite of our best intentions!

Robin February 1, 2008, 9:48 pm

I enjoyed the poem too. I try to remember the rewards of hard work when I’m dragging those bags of manure to the back yard. The fruits of the labor are so worth it.

Jenn February 1, 2008, 8:53 pm

That’s great!

Shari February 1, 2008, 8:18 pm

I enjoyed the poem. It is a beautifully structured reminder of the connection between work and wonderful!

jodi February 1, 2008, 7:57 pm

Very clever, indeed! I haven’t read this poem before.

Carol February 1, 2008, 5:02 pm

What a great poem. It expresses a similar thought to the one line quote I posted for muse day… you gotta work at it to get something from the garden!

Carol, May Dreams Gardens

Kathy Purdy February 1, 2008, 10:14 am

Glad it brought back good memories for you, Debra

debra February 1, 2008, 2:45 am

Dear Kathy, I have to tell you that my father’s FAVORITE poet is Edgar Guest…and I actually found for him some leather-bound, first-edition books of Guest poetry at the venerable Powell’s Bookstore in Portland a few years ago (hoping you’ll get to visit there in Sept.).
Thank you for the poem, xoxdkp