Whoever designated May 3 as National Garden Meditation Day never lived in upstate New York.
Oh, I have a bank of tulips next to the driveway. 
And there were random clusters of grape hyacinths dotting the lawn where the squirrels replanted the bulbs. (TV Stevie mowed over these.) 
But Buddha rests beneath the dead blossoms of last year’s hydrangea.
And the rest is a mess.
I’ll be fine by Memorial Day.


