Our Zinnia Garden, photo by Janet Wyatt
Talking to Myself Thirty-Seven August 30, 2020
Zinnia time again, thanks to Janet.
How I wanted something we planted
to grow. The perennials fought their way
to bloom: daffodils, a few determined
crocuses, daylilies, the small sunflowers,
the hydrangea bush, and the forsythia,
but I missed my zinnias. Janet egged
me on, and we ordered Benares giants,
all colors. And my favorite cosmos:
Sensation. Pink, white, purple.
Yesterday Tim picked the first bouquet.
The more you pick them, the more
they bloom. Now they rest on our
dining table: dark red, bright pink,
yellow, the new green. They join the
table clutter: this week’s newspaper,
various papers I’m working on, books,
my Trollope novel Phineas Finn, my
appointment book, cracker boxes,
salt, the honey jar, miscellaneous spoons,
a roll of paper towels, Tylenol, file
folders, toothpicks, the sugar bowl,
green placemats. They belong. I’ll
make sure the zinnias have their water.