I’ve led him to this demi-paradise:
My man, who’s most at home with PC screens,
Now makes bold inroads into stately scenes
Of pergolas and borders. It’s the price,
It seems, of loving Eve. I pause, entice
Him into memorizing names of greens
And facts on styrax, phlox, and celandines—
But really, simple knowledge should suffice.
He strains to name the flower in my hand,
But I’m enrapt by what is in his heart
That lures him to this world beyond his ken . . .
With that same heart, I pray, he’ll understand
That striving as he does, he plays his part:
A humble Adam, besting green-thumbed men.