I drink it all ina seasonal thirst for
color splash and chaos
gardens gone wild
trust me
I had no hand in this
mad rush of carnival
methinks some mad
pirate of posies
spun this yarn
of petal pushers
not I
ye fair Virgo
one of order and harmony
pruned and proper
mistress of working conditions
am I out of order
so be it
I'm also out of time
a rare disorder
for the semi-retired
yet I have the cure
simply pop the pill of labor
nothing that a good pair
of pruners won't cure
bare toes and
sunscreen set into motion
a mile wide smile
and a trip to the trenches
me hearty's
prune on lads n ladies
yoho
s.wilson
Dawn dragged me into the yard this mornin'...what a carnival...my gardens are a mess, but tomorrow will be a day of reckoning, mowing, pruning and dead-heading...Do you see the rogue milkweed plant...I love it, food for the wandering monarch, this is a natural garden, one truly born of chaos...
but it's my chaos...ahhhh!
Please head on over to Harriet's place and sign up with the rest of the crew...
we're waiting!
Happy 4th of July freeman everywhere!!!
