"My Wife the Gardener"

I had to laugh when I read this poem--my husband could have written it! Yes, I'm that bad! Do you see yourself in this poem, too?

My Wife the Gardener

~ Peter (poem found in old magazine)

She dug the plot on Monday –
the soil was rich and fine,
She forgot to thaw out dinner –
so we went out to dine...

She planted roses Tuesday –
she says they are a must,
They really are quite lovely
but she quite forgot to dust.

On Wednesday it was daisies –
they opened up with sun,
All whites and pinks and yellows –
but the laundry wasn’t done...

The poppies came on Thursday -
a bright and cherry red,
I guess she really was engrossed –
she never made the bed...

It was violets on Friday –
in colours she adores,
It never bothered her at all –
all crumbs upon the floors.

I hired a maid on Saturday –
my week is now complete,
My wife can garden all she wants –
the house will still be neat!

It’s nearly lunchtime Sunday –
and I cannot find the maid,
Oh no! I don’t believe it!
She’s out there WITH THE SPADE!

[Poem from:

http://www.no-dig-vegetablegarden.com/gardening-jokes-gardening-quotes-garden-poems.html ]

Thanksgiving

Turkey slow roasting,
It's aroma fills the house;
Empty chairs, waiting.

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!!

Garden Poem

"What wondrous life is this I lead!

Ripe apples drop about my head;
The luscious clusters of the vine
Upon my mouth do crush their wine;
The nectarine and curious peach
Into my hands themselves do reach;
Stumbling on melons, as I pass,
Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass."

Andrew Marvell, Thoughts in a Garden

Weeder's Thoughts

I have raked the soil and planted the seeds
Now I've joined the army that fights the weeds.
For me no flashing saber and sword,
To battle the swiftly marching horde;
With a valiant heart I fight the foe,
My only weapon a trusty hoe.
No martial music to swing me along,
I march to the robin redbreast song.
No stirring anthem of bugle and drum
But the cricket's chirp and the honey bee's hum.
No anti-aircraft or siren yell
But there's Trumpet-creeper and Lily-bell.
With a loving heart and a sturdy hand,
I defend the borders of flower-land;
While high over Larkspur and Leopardsbane,
A butterfly pilots his tiny plane;
But I shall not fear his skillful hand,
My enemy charges only by land.

Alma B. Eymann

Flowers or Weeds?

Your mind is a garden,

Your thoughts are the seeds,

The harvest can be either flowers or weeds.

Garden Poem

Almost any garden, if you see it at just the right moment,

can be confused with paradise.

-Henry Mitchell

[Picture from: Skippy's garden]

Everything is Blooming

"Everything is blooming most recklessly;
if it were voices instead of colors,
there would be an unbelievable shrieking
into the heart of the night."

Rainer Marie Rilke

Breads and Biscuits

O, weary mothers mixing dough,
Don't you wish that food would grow?
Your lips would smile I know to see
A cookie bush or a pancake tree.
--from "Depression Era Recipes"

Love in the Garden

"I used to love my garden
But now my love is dead,
For I found a bachelor's button
In black-eyed Susan's bed."
Anonymous