JOE!

A poem.

An simple solution to a perennial problem.

A father and his young son discover the body of a sailor lost at sea.

What does “GREEN” mean to you? Does it mean money? Does it mean a perfect, weed-free, lawn? Or do you think of the environment? Are the first two killing the third?

Been having lots of trouble with the lawn mower.

Under the Sycamore, life keeps right on going. Seems like gardens just don’t stop.

While doing chores around the yard, you might end up being the “entertainment”…or the “exercise”…your cats need!

A haiku inspired by me exiting my house to see my front lawn.

About seasons.