Saturday 11 July 2020
Wednesday 8 July 2020
Tending....
She tended her garden from dawn until dusk.....
Each plant well nurtured and treasured.
Making her way through the jungle of colour,
Each drop of water was measured.
When the poppies burst open, she noted their presence,
And knew that they wouldn’t last long.
In the morning, their delicate petals would fall.
Wafer thin; not awfully strong!
But nevertheless, the splashes of red
Certainly drew her eye!
So, she scurried around, being careful to tread
and all the time wondering why.
Could only last a day?
Why was it something she nurtured so well,
Could be easily blown away?
She tended her garden from morn until eve
And all through the happy, four seasons.
Yet, wondering, watching and waiting,
For so many interesting reasons.
Sunday 5 July 2020
The Potting Shed
Written by Mary Ann Love
I love this poem as it really sums up how I feel!
My ‘Potting Shed’ isn’t exactly a shed but I am fortunate because I am able to work ‘under cover’!
This doesn’t mean that I don some kind of a disguise! 🤣😂🤣 Oh no!
But what it does mean that I can work there in all weathers, if I so wish, as my potting area has a roof. So I am well protected at all times of the year. Lucky me!
I am at my happiest when I am up to my elbows in compost!
So my potting area brings me so much delight, joy and pleasure...(that is along with
my greenhouse, which brings similar.)
Long live the potting shed!
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