Tropicals & Tender Perennials: A Brugs Life My Back Yard Monster Peach Versi, 1 by joeswife

joeswife wrote:
and this for the next spring..
Dirt in my nails, dirt on my feet, the smell of new grass, so green and sweet. Cardinals whistling, finches fluttering around, was that a butterfly that flew past me?

Spots of purple and lilac and blue, white dabs and green dabs and pink ones too. whorls of yellow and orange and brown, tells me that Ms Spring is back in town.

Wait ..where did she go? She was gone this morning, is that snow? Oh please come back, we want you to stay. Wake up the morning with your warming way.

Here , have my seat, I'll go help for awhile, just give me the energy that makes my smile.

I will work hard and long into the day , like you I'll be shining my beautiful way. dirt in my nails ,dirt in my cuts and scratches not felt, dirt on my knees, and the back of my pants, you know I am working and loving my plants.

Come back Ms Spring , just for awhile, and then we can talk and share all the joys about the things that make us smile.

Debra Carson..
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