I need to get my hubby off the sofa and into the garden.
It’s time to hit the garden
Now that winter’s past its peak.
The pots are looking sad
And the plants look rather bleak.
The shed is dull and shabby
And the roses need a prune.
There are lots of windswept branches
All across the garden strewn.

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That little bit of colour
Which did not to frost succumb,
Is being strangled by the nettles
And is looking rather glum.
The daffodils are peeping through
But cannot find a patch
Where there’s room to show their faces
‘Mid the rubbish, weeds and thatch.

The two frogs on the water butt
Stare out at sight so dreary.
With nothing nice to feed eyes on
They’re feeling rather weary.
So come on, Hubby, off that seat
And do your manly duty.
Fill my garden with the sweetest blooms
Renowned for all their beauty.

Then when summer finally comes
I can sit out on my chair
And gaze round in admiration
Breathing in the perfumed air.
I’ll relax to sounds of water
And the bees as they hum by.
I’ll enjoy my lovely garden
If some work you will apply.
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Christine Ramsay 19.3.11
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