how does my garden grow?

duders,
i've got pygmy dwarf irises in effect.
check the teleport:

uh-huh.
nature wins, even when we aren't watching.
i've got asparagus getting busy, too-

i got they.
because i want my pee to smell like garden magic.
next year, maybe, there will be enough to reap...
ugh.
as if next year were any kind of certainty.
whatever, my ninjas,
i've got a bunch of blue sh!t blooming too.

the garden is looking like it has a purpose.
i put in work, i work with purpose-
i mowed the lawn,
i trod upon canine feces,
i sweat rivers of water from my flesh,
and i was shirtless;
scraped up and covered in dust and debris,
getting dirty and getting it done.
i know, kids.
what the heck came over me?
preparation is
real life is unfolding and growing,
so are some of the rest of us.
infinite natural inclinations can't be deterred-
life finds a way to keep happening.
so,
once we know we can't stop going,
it's up to us to decide how we get there.
smart.
***********
it's not giving to the needy i believe in,
nor is it giving the ol' college try,
it's giving until it hurts that i get fresh on-
y'know?
like giving up.
that hurts every time.
i do what i do, duders,
because i have to.
whatever becomes of it isn't as important.
the action trumps the reaction every time.
on the real-
generosity is wasted on the ungrateful,
logic is wasted on the irrational,
and eloquence is wasted on the unlistening ear
effort, in general,
is squandered on the disinterested.
awwwwwwwwwwwww.
not caring cancels progress.
but it doesn't negate the process.
dang.
styles get hard sometimes, neighbors;
but when the going gets gnarly,
the experts get activated.
don't be fooled-
quitting isn't doing something.
that's real.
*
lightning storms brought the thunder last night.
house-rattling, bone-crushing blasts and strikes
of bowling giants playing ten-pins in the sky.
the heavens were voicing their pleasure, y'all,
and so was i.
showering a sh!tty day away,
singing along to lightning flashes,
waiting for the electricity to shock my system
and my everything else into explosive activation.
if you know the words, feel free to harmonize...
-
and i hope the rising black smoke carries
me far away and i never come back to
this town again in my life...
-
thursday.
woodsly goodness.
happening.
really;
never quiet, never soft.....86