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A smile is a rainbow Flipped upside down, And the light in the sky Can have a pretty sound. The robin in the clouds Puffs out its proud red chest, But the lovely white dove Never has time to rest.
If an overgrown garden needs to be mowed or weeded, what's the damned point in doing it.
Nathaniel, arms crossed, feet spread apart, face Looking at his handiwork, filled with glee. Sweat on his face, the laughing lines they trace, Eyes following the adventures of the bees.
There once was a crazy young girl, Who thought she'd give man's work a whirl. She took up a spade, And in she did wade... And finished the job with a twirl.
At last. There's sunshine for breakfast. I've an appointment with the lawn. Best I get my shorts on, cos' it looks like its gonna be warm.
#augustwriteaday In country gardens The people take it slow, They tend their lonely acres And don't put on a show.
I'm blazing on fire, With deepest desire, To hide in a mountain of snow, With coffee in hand, And cat on the table, This Summer deals power packed blows, I'm taking a break, From shearing the...
I am yours, you are mine, That's all we ever need. We're together, we're one, Let's start sowing the seed. Place it in the ground, Our love in your heart. Water it deeply, We're off to a good start.
The greengrocer gave A little seed for free And from the little seed Grew a mug tree It's in a little pot On the patio Growing mugs for tea And coffee, don't you know Some of them are coloured And...
A rotten little raspberry thief, Has all my raspberries eaten. My raspberry bush, the poor drap thing, Looks sore and very beaten. Who could this rotten culprit be. Leaving my bushes bare.
You started out with nothing. Your a sickly looking bush, dying leaves and bare branches showing. A day closer to death you are my rose.
Me and my three cats are in our sunroom, the rain is making a peaceful sound when hitting the roof. It is warm. It is dark. I had my green tea already and I brushed my teeth.
Is the summer here for good Or have I misunderstood. My garden is a mass of weed A few days there is what I need. Logs to chop and grass to cut Helps me escape the winter rut.
My Dearest Kate, we have been together only a short time, but I felt that it had been too long for you.
A rainbow of colors all in front of me. Growing, springing, jumping high up in the sky. Bigger, grander, taller every time I visit. Oh how wonderful my perfect, flowers are.
I thought I saw a pussy cat, a pussy cat I saw. She was prowling across the lawn, with mischief in every paw. She headed for the veggie patch, the veggie patch she went.
"Ouch, what was that for?" I screamed whilst rubbing the back of my head. Sylvie bent down and picked up the trowel with a smile on her face. She snorted at herself.
Tending to the flowers Keeping busy for some hours So many pretty petals Odd few stinging nettles Yet no one tends to me When falling too my knees Some flowers get all jealous When I'm tending to...
The marigold, golden shining as the sun. Each petal perfectly radiant, spreading joy and happiness with its beauty. Hardy plants, growing in adversity, so strong and reliable and so lovely.
Garden girl, You give me butterflies. You catch my eye. You capture my essence. Your beautiful hands, tending to your garden- But why do you not look after me, The way you look after all the others.
Hi this is my 4th blog, I'm going to make this a personal one and an opuss one so here it goes.
It was an ornamental cherry tree, apparently. It lived at the bottom of the front garden, on the lawn side of the wall, by the road.