I just love summer ~ the sound of the mowers,
The scent of bug-spray on my skin;
The late twilight calling me away from my bed
Where winter would’ve seen me, hiding within.
I can hear the plants, when I slow down at last
And just pull and prune and trim,
And they let me know what it is they prefer
And where they want to live.
The sudden sight of a flower, that wasn’t there just before
Fills my heart with a sudden joy,
And I soak in that beauty and return with a smile
To the path I was on just before.
I am reminded ongoing of the peace that will find me,
Even when I resist those same tasks;
Those ones that will teach me: the lessons my garden
Will give me if I only ask.
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