[Critique Group 2] Leonard's comments re: Alice
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tuchyner5 at aol.com
Thu Aug 30 13:15:11 EDT 2018
I like the idea of a memory garden. There are so many different ways to keep our ties to our roots and what has grown from them over a life time. For many of us, plants are touchstones for memorial. I can remember so many things about growing things since the time I was a toddler. They connect me to my family as do your plant memories. We could palaver about our individual memories probably for a long time.
Once within a much younger year,
I had the idea of finding wild violets in a wood
and transplanting them at home.
Of course, my dad and I went violet hunting,
harvested some of the purple flowers
from a wooded spot alongside Highway 163,
on a memorable Hoosier hill.
Uncertain of my plan,
my dad still was a stealth accomplice.
At the inset of the southwest corner of our home,
· What is an inset corner?
shaded partly by the soft maple
on the other side
of the curving, white-rock driveway
was one of our three wells.
A concrete, rectangular frame
with a six-inch-deep cement lid
formed the base for the four-foot high,
old iron water pump
that my father painted the same bluish green
that he painted the foundation
of our "Heartland" house,
built in 1914.
· I’m curious to know what the foundation of the house was made of. This has nothing to do with the poem, of course.
Since city water lines
had come into our rural area,
we did not have the same needs for the pump.
When city cousins, with eleven children,
came to visit from Kankakee, Illinois,
the wild eleven were
fascinated with our pump
and worked the handle more in one day
than it had been used in three months of a summer.
With sidewalk to the east of the pump
and unsodded grass
· What is unsodded grass?
around the other sides,
the knoll was the perfect spot
for my transplanting
the wild violets--
violets for remembrance.
Borrowed from an Indiana wood,
these violets flourished
for many years
to the north of the old pump
and below one of my bedroom windows.
Now, on my front porch
and behind my townhouse,
I tend a summer garden
of sixteen containers;
among these are
three containers of rosemary
because rosemary, too,
is for remembrance.
POST-SCRIPT: Do you wonder what brought to my mind this patch of violets? A few weeks ago, my friend and former colleague Sue (who is also a "master gardener" and a consistent supporter of my blog) sent me a card on the front of which was a watercolor painting of forget-me-nots (the state flower of Alaska). These forget-me-nots prompted me to think of the violets detailed in this poem. Thank you, Sue, because I had not thought of this remembrance of violets for many years. Now, I have added another piece to the recollection puzzle of my "home in the Heartland"--in Blanford, Indiana.
The unusual bluish gray-green color of paint was my dad's creation by mixing together all of his leftover paint. Fortunately, his mixture was a sufficient amount for the entire foundation and the pump. I always liked this color which my dad created.
Besides the three rosemary plants, this summer, my container garden includes two Italian basil plants, one purple sage, one spearmint plant, two lavender (herb) bushes, two white geraniums, three pink geraniums, and two lavender geraniums. I greatly enjoy tending and giving "tours" of my container garden. Of course, Willow, my fourth guide dog, is my gentle and wonderful assistant.
Finally, I, a resident of Wisconsin for twenty-seven years, will share with you the coincidence that the state flower of Wisconsin is the wood violet.
God bless your home and heart this summer!
Alice and Leader Dog Willow (who has never yet set paw in my beloved Indiana)
August 15, 2018, Wednesday
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