The Gardener's Song

There’s no greater spiritual healing, Than planting vegetable seedlings, And feeling living soil on your hands. You might get tired from aerating, Watering, weeding, and cultivating. A kind of love that’s hard to understand. There’s just no better money investments Than organic compost soil amendments, To improve the structure of your tilth. Add to that mycorrhizal fungus— Watch your fruit flourish in abundance, And feast upon your fresh garden wealth. To make your garden more prosperous Dig in some nitrogen, phosphorous, And potassium rich amendments; Sulfur, calcium, magnesium Copper, manganese, molybdenum, Zinc, iron, boron-- trace elements. Don’t just plant flowers to please your eyes; Attract honeybees and butterflies To pollinate those vegetable blooms. Whether you’ve got sand, silt, clay or loam; A garden’s the best part of your home— Make your gardens your favorite rooms. Chorus: Soil’s beneath your fingernails. Green stains are on your hands. Your face is weathered by the sun, And manure’s on your pants. You might look like a redneck, But whatever your background… There’s just nothing that tastes better Than what you grew from the ground.