We'd Miss How a Morning Sings.
So My Friday began like this-
Adrienne served Toast, as our theme.
Okay, toast is fitting, for breakfast.
But, before I leave the house
I had gardens and blooms and
busy little creatures on my mind.
Of course this Saturday morning, the sun was willing to play.
So this is what happens nightly?
"While we slept, these formal gardens
worked into their disguise. The Warden's
Judas and tulip trees awake in
Ermine. Here and there a flake
Of white falls from the painted-scene,
Or a dark scowl of evergreen
Glares through the shroud, or a
leaf dumps its load and the
soft burden slumps. Earthward like a
fainting girl. Snowfall on a College-Garden."
Cecil Day Lewis
(Sounds just like a song right?)
Never Miss the Quietude of Morning.
When morning opens, our gardens spring
to life with mighty handsome gnomes.
Little bright red pointed hats awake
it's their village for heaven's sake.
It's quite the painted flower scene
and you'll see their garden green
this loveliest day of all, dumps
a wish, as each afternoon slips
into night, Welcome to their garden.
"WAIT!" bellowed a nearby blue gnome.
Is that a critter in sight?