Garden Musings: On Changes


Garden Musings: On Changes

Perennials I planted ‘round the bower
Have sprung up, green, and hasten on to flower,
While bulbs I placed in careful clumps last fall
Now bloom where squirrels rearranged them all!


From wind-blown seeds that nestled in the ground,
Forget-me-nots here blossom all around
And dandelions raise their heads of gold,
Still briefly welcome, wild and uncontrolled.

But now to weed and plant was my intent,
To feel the earth and breathe its sun-warmed scent,
To fill clay pots with blooms of every hue–
A sacred spot within God’s own purview. 

Yet I must rest to heal while others hoe–
My plans transplanted to a separate row.




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