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A snapshot of my garden 6th April.
Watch them unfurl in the fragileility of spring
Opening our eyes allowing us to dream.
Sun scoots low to expose streaked windows
and stained tablecloths that soap failled to clean.
Dust motes dance without rythm or beat,
As the light stings our eyes and warms our feet.
lettuce and sweatpeas sprout in soil filled pots,
With dafdodills normality comes in restless spots.
But do not be fooled enough to blink or sigh,
For Jack with pointy fingers and lazer eyes
Sends snapping frosts throughout night skies.
He burns lime green leaves until
they are as as black as Magpies eyes
Stomps on plants with leadend boots.
Its plan is clear to freeze the shoots.
Now our gardens spoilled
spring hadn’t sprung
So we begin again
with steaming pile
Of Pony
Dung.
Which is your favourite season and why ? Let me know in a comment
I love a crisp Autumn wrapped in hats and wooly socks.
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Spring for the new life, bulbs, lambs and colour. But I also love Autumn for the oranges and browns, and the crunchy leaves.
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Pretty, love this post 💜
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Ahh thank you for taking the time, I love new connections. Popping over to your place now. 😊
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Sure! 💚
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Followed your blog ☺️
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Wow. Beautifully created! Loved this piece of yours.
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Even the silly ending 😁
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Awesome article, and poem. I really enjoyed it
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Why thank you.
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Love this so much ❤️
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Thanks Willow.
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💜💜🌈🌈🌈💜💜💜
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Nice, Ellen. Thanks for sharing to the poetry sharing group. I like spring and autumn best. Summer is way to hot.
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As I am sure you know Summer is more like your spring 😇 I have never been too hot in England 😆 Thank you for allowing the share.
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Lovely poem. For me it’s fall, crispy winds, falling leaves, rust and yellow green green fields wild flowers and skunks and things. Nippley beach walks, if not quarantined.
The smell of mushrooms and wood. I could go on,, don’t think that I should.
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You evoke a wonderfully poetic Autumnal scene. Beautifully.
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Lovely poem. Late spring/early summer for me when everything is really coming into bloom, the threat of frost has gone and I’m still hoping we might get a good summer 🙂
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I always fall into the false spring, and sob for the gentle buds that did not make it through. June is kinder on the whole. Thank you for your time Mary.
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We can purchase bags of bovine excrement at Lowe’s, around here. 🐄
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A good dollap of doodoo does wonders … but I do not think its essential shopping at the moment 🤣🧡
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Might be worth arguing over if one is questioned.
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