If We Wait Until Noon

We'd Miss How a Morning Sings.

So My Friday began like this-

SIX WORD FRIDAYS - 

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.

and

SATURDAY'S CRITTERS

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?

Take good care all, happy weekend!