Xtreme Gardening – at the Poles.

I have two,

yes, ‘two’ gardens –

I am so blessed –

but, there is a distance between them,

and I have no rest,

as I go from one

to the other,

which is a round trip

of some forty-thousand miles or so –

and the climate’s not good

in either garden,

I have to grow frozen vegetables,

in the ice they harden;

well, at least they are ready

for the local farm shop –

to which place I stop

as I travel down:

Longyearbyen in Norway,

the nearest town,

or up to Ushuaia

in Argentina –

and you wonder why I wear a frown.