Work
Always behind
Never caught up
The more work you get done.
The more work you make up.
Weeding
Planting
Staking
Baking
Picking
Pinching
Seeding
Raking
Where did the time go?
Where was it spent?
Tree leaves are falling
On my cement.
Zinnias are gorgeous.
Morning Glories are glorious
One Glory survived,
Now we’re victorious!
The one that survived
and beat all the odds:
Vine chewing rabbits
Seed eating birds
Sprout stomping dogs
My childrens’ feet
Not one of these were able to defeat.
Could not defeat this defiant Morning Glory
This lovely blue flower
That gives me satisfaction and power.
The power to see
That all this work:
The planting
The waiting
The rejuvenating
The digging
The pinching
The pruning
The trimming
Replanting
Reseeding
Removing
Repeating
That all this work is never done.
That all this work can be quite fun
That all this work makes life more grand
Without it my yard would be quite bland
Without it I would lack for stories
For stories of Morning Glories who fought to survive
The elements, the animals, just to stay alive.
And that, my friends, gives me satisfaction and power
That started with one seed
One fine seed indeed
Who once got to going, grew with great speed!
Now that seed covers great space
Now My morning glory grows all over the place!
Blue flowers everywhere
Blue flowers abound
Up and over my tee pee
My spruce tree
And onto the ground!
And that gives great satisfaction
satisfaction indeed.
Gladly, I’m glad that we never gave up
The work it was worth it
The result filled my cup.
I relate to this. I’m no expert gardener but a few hours get me nowhere when weeding the patio. Enjoyable too, just like your words.
Reblogged this on Gardenshapers and commented:
As I enjoy these last few weeks in my garden, I am reminded of this poem I wrote in 2013. Much has changed in my life since then, but the way I enjoy my flowers the most at this stage in the season, remains unchanged.