Good Bones 
by Maggie Smith

Life is short, though I keep this from my children.
Life is short, and I’ve shortened mine
in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways,
a thousand deliciously ill-advised ways
I’ll keep from my children. The world is at least
fifty percent terrible, and that’s a conservative
estimate, though I keep this from my children.
For every bird there is a stone thrown at a bird.
For every loved child, a child broken, bagged,
sunk in a lake. Life is short and the world
is at least half terrible, and for every kind
stranger, there is one who would break you,
though I keep this from my children. I am trying
to sell them the world. Any decent realtor,
walking you through a real shithole, chirps on
about good bones: This place could be beautiful,
right? You could make this place beautiful.
Maggie Smith, "Good Bones" from Waxwing.  Copyright © 2016 by Maggie Smith.


Like most years, the garden got off to a rocky start.  However, the seedlings made it through, and thanks to CJ's excellent work, we have a clean garden!  There's still plenty to plant; though we are actively looking for more space (and time and energy) to get everything in the ground.  There are some bare spots to fill where a few veggies did not sprout, but otherwise every box is filled.  Looking forward to harvest time!