uprooted - a book about a woman’s search for the green
man seeking roots
of the worship of greening
rocking my notion of the earths fecundity
was feminine; way more gaps in this story
I am in the midst of uprooting a garden
rains granted ease to dig and wrench
what I cannot leave
I have always done it and those i ask to help have a right to protest.
“for God’s sake, havn’’t i moved this pot before?
some plants have followed me from my first garden - wild
roses my babies slept under while I did the desperate gardening of a new mother
Violets nicked from the college garden near the library.
My mother and her mother and her mother’s mother, loved them
their reputation for being shy was purpled reassurance - it was ok to be terrified
roses that were the prize of long quests cuttings from people becoming more precious to me
through all the uprootings life pulls
I have just ordered my next read- “If women rose rooted…”
all this uprooting and rooting- it’s going to get dirt-y