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Could You Be a Farmer?

Could you be a farmer? 
And leave the city, all secure,
Venture where it all depends
On God — and not on you?

But your hard work,
You’d never shirk,
If you were not to starve.

With breaking backs
Or robot machines,
You’d till the soil
By any means

To strain out, or  
If the soil was rich —
Abundant food
That modern souls

Have not a clue —
The labor that
Our ancestors knew.

With sweating brows
And muscles that ached
From dawn to dusk,
For survival’s sake.

But surely there were
Good times, too.

The love of God,
The love of friends.
Quiet evenings,
As winter descends.

I’ve only read of farms in books,
The tales of homesteads,
Of babbling brooks —

Of Little Houses on the Prairie,
Of wild animals to be wary,
Of building cabins with bare hands,
Of bravely living off the land.

It’s a dream that might never be —
Still, younger folk can start, bravely.
Alas, old me, not strong enough —
Those people were made of sterner stuff.

I’ll keep on dreaming, and till my little plot.
Little dreams, too, can mean a lot.

The Summer Gardener

Sweat drools down my face,
Salty taste on my tongue.
With peppermint bug spray,
So far no bugs have stung.

Some crops do well;
Others are a bust.
Bugs get to many;
At least they don’t have rust.

Sometimes all sweaty,
My clothes a bit wet.
I sure need a shower,
But no time for that yet.

Build up the compost,
Water if soil is dry,
Pull all those weeds up;
At least I have to try.

Do a bit of harvesting;
That’s the satisfyin’ part.
All the work I’ve put in —
It’s warming to the heart.

As soon as I come in,
Take a shower right away.
Don’t want those chiggers and skeeters,
To start their itchy way.

Ah, now time for a cool drink,
Chug that water down.
Have a seat in the parlor,
A smile replaces frown.

I Need Your Thoughts About Chiggers

Until two years ago, I lived in a chigger-free part of California and never encountered them. I lived all of 66 and a half years in that same area. Then we decided to move to the Midwest. All was well in the garden until one day I developed a couple dozen itchy red spots on my skin.

If you know nothing about chiggers, here’s a tiny introduction:
https://entomology.ca.uky.edu/ef630

At any rate, I would love to get people’s thoughts on how you have dealt (or not dealt) with chiggers: preventing, eradicating, and/or dealing with the bites.

Below is my brainstorming. I would love your comments, corrections, and what has worked for you. At this point I’m not judging any solution, but I would prefer non-chemical treatments.

  1. Change the environment. Reduce shady, damp areas, including areas of tall grass. Keep grass short. Trim trees to remove low growth. Not sure what to do with shrubs, or even if they’re a problem. Improve drainage to reduce constantly-damp areas. Put gravel or cement anywhere near the house where it’s never sunny and might stay damp.
  2. Are crowded areas of flowers or shrubs a breeding ground?
  3. Blowtorch everywhere. Ha, ha.
  4. Spread diatomaceous earth in damp areas.
  5. Use lemongrass-type bug spray before going in the garden.
  6. Apply appropriate Wondercide or Cedarcide products to the environment or oneself.
  7. Use pesticides such as carbaryl, bifenthrin or permethrin, after finding chigger hot spots. See https://www.gardenguides.com/info_12320823_pesticide-kills-chiggers.html .
  8. Be sure to shower and change clothes after garden work.
  9. Caladryl works for me, once I’ve gotten the bites. I have heard that Corn Husker’s Lotion also works.
  10. Rebuke the chigger demons.

Look forward to your ideas!

The Jungle

I am a part-time gardener;
this 
reflects some of my experience.

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I came upon a jungle ,
‘Twas hiding near a shed.
The vines o’er trees did tumble
And many vines were dead.

The dust was thick — caused coughing,
The dead leaves dense beneath;
The vines o’er shed were tumbling,
The sunlight they did seek.

Perhaps the vines were ancient,
Some dead and some alive;
A canopy they plaited;
O’er tree and shed they twined.

I hacked away, just thinking
The light I soon would see,
And cut blackberries underneath
On which no fruit could be.

What wonder! — I did notice
A rose beneath a vine,
And which privets obfuscated —
Still a true plant sublime.

So if you have blackberries,
Some privets, and some vines,
Just know that in the future
A jungle you may find.