Okay, I'm jealous!
Yes, I am!
All of you are showing pretty flowers
and lush gardens and I can't grow grass,
much less a garden.
I'm dreaming of my mama's yard
that I've shown you many times.
When I wanted to escape from the pressures of a day,
this is where I would go.
A rusted old frame once held a swing.
Sitting here gave me a sense of tranquility.
Butterflies in magnificent color frequented the bush,
as well as the bumble bees.
Mama always had flowers.
I've dug in the dirt and planted flowers in Spring
and pulled weeds in Summer
more times than I can count.
I hated it then.
But I sure loved the results.
Enjoy your gardens
and I'll enjoy your photos:)