I'm late for a date with the garden gate.
More hours of daylight til Fall.
There's news to watch and meals to plate.
Thank God it gets dark at all.
First day of Summer, just saw a female "hummer"
Sippin' raspberry bee balm.
What caught my eye, is it a newcomer?
It's nine baby ducks and their Mom.
Outside it's hot, 'round the house I trot
Coffee cup in hand.
What a lovely choice I've got,
Blog or "work my land"!
Roses thorns and thunderstorms
Are reasons to come in.
But dry porch chairs and bandaids worn...
I'd rather be out here than in.
Much to do, enjoy the view,
Bugs, butterflies and bees,
The songs of birds, the flowers' hues,
The scent of Mimosa trees.
Again I'm torn, (as is my norm),
My chair I abdicate.
All the fun out in the warm
Summer sun awaits.
A sense of pride can't be denied
As I gaze at garden rows.
But everytime I step outside,
My long to-do list grows.
I need a break, my muscles ache,
Sweat beads upon my brow.
An air-conditioned iced tea break
Would sure be great right now.
Outside the walls, the garden calls
While inside I ignore
The work I love and still I stall
Before I start my chores.
Labor of Love, a gift from Above,
A blessing of peace undisturbed.
Goldfinch, Catbird, Blue Jay, Doves,
Tomato, cucumber and herbs.
Cardinals woo, Mourning Doves coo,
Nature's abundance just flows.
Witnessing all of the Life bursting through...
Who cares about tv shows!
