Robert Frost on rain and wind in the garden

Earlier this week we experienced the southern remnant of the bomb cyclone and atmospheric river that swept through the Pacific Northwest and Northern California. By the time it reached SoCal it had lost most of its force but as the winds picked up and the storm moved onshore, we lost power for a time.

Though my vegetable garden is somewhat protected, the cauliflower plants were blown about, requiring some twigs to return them to an upright position. I thought of Robert Frost’s poem, Lodged.

Lodged

The rain to the wind said,
‘You push and I’ll pelt.’
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged–though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.