To all our readers and friends:
a very happy holiday season and best wishes for 2010!
The Old Potting Shed
Upended empty flower pots, potatoes in a sack,
Geraniums from off the deck have all been carted back
Into the shelter from the cold, and settled down to bed
Among the welter of garden tools lodged in the Potting Shed.
Bright Summer offers easeful life when cares seem far away
And Winters just a word to think of on some other day
And Sun is warm, the rain is light, theres food right close at hand,
The world seems full of joy and fun and lounging about in the land.
All through the bright and sunny days the Birds have flown and played
Along with Grasshoppers and Coons until the flowers fade.
Then carefree wandering through brush and browsing seeding grass
Turns into anxious twitterings as Summers bounties pass.
A pair of little Winter Wrens have heard brash Winters call.
In through the space between the roof and greenhouse plastic wall
They hastily return to find their home among the eaves
As winds blow sharp and snow comes down to cover the fallen leaves.
For when the press of Wind and Want and Winters heavy weight
Puts to an end the sunny days and closes Summers gate,
Then Grasshoppers and Coons and Wrens, we hope, are always led
Along the path that leads to home and the warm Old Potting Shed.