someone else’s garden

the neighbors peonies are unfurling but not ours the rhodies on main street are starting to fade but the in-laws’ row is in full explosion of color the one we planted was taken out by a deer the blackberry bushes likely won’t give us fruit this year and the peach tree died but the wild strawberries are creeping through the lilies of the valley and towards the mint patch and every day i look out my living room window and am grateful admiring the perfect division of crab grass down the property line at least i’ll never have pedestal planters full of ornamental grass or pesticide notices sent to my neighbors it can be bittersweet admiring someone else’s garden when yours doesn’t look the same but you have to work with what you’ve got and trying to fight nature is a losing battle they say to bloom where you’re planted but they leave out a crucial part some people don’t bloom some people spread some people trail some people vine some people reach not everyone can bloom on their own some people have to have help to get dug up in the fall or fertilized in the spring some people do better in container gardens some people are invasive and need pulling back and i wish someone had told me that it’s less important to bloom where you’re planted and far better to stop comparing your garden to someone else’s

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