A Feudal Garden Strategy
“Don’t let pests ruin your pesto! These are the most common culprits
behind holes in basil leaves.” –https://www.gardeningknowhow.com/
I watered the basil today for absent Brother Gardener who left instructions.
One leaf had a hole: Prompting curiosity.
A gardening website (somewhere I’d never visit,
being a poet ignorant of nature)
warns me
of “snails and slugs,
Japanese beetles,
earwigs, aphids
and other soft-bodied insects.”
Even this ignorant bard could sing
of snails and slugs, earwigs and aphids,
celebrating the soft-bodied
(for I am certainly their kin).
I am cautioned about such slow-moving mollusks,
told “to cover the mulch with diatomaceous earth,”
which (apparently) deadly to slugs and snails,
pierces and dehydrates them.
“Crushed eggshells or wood ashes will have a similar effect,”
as these slow-moving invaders
hide in garden detritus,
and make it a nursery. Oh my.
Do I love the basil’s scent on my fingers,
a memory from the past, of my Nonna’s garden,
enough to plot medieval warfare
on the creche of these invaders–
spears to pierce, dehydrate, commit infanticide
on a microscopic scale?
Frankly, no.
Brother Gardener
has planted in abundance on the friars’ terrace
and we will share with the soft-
bodied and the slow-
moving
as is only fitting.
for sons of Saint Francis,
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the wry “Oh my” makes for an effective turn
Love how you landed this poem laced with memory and internet searching and grounded in place.
A delight to read this, Greg – especially to see where it lands.
I love this poem, how sweet and tender it is. And thank y0u for the reminder of how intoxicating the scent of basil is, not to mention how delicious.