Monday, August 11, 2008

a tired gardener's complaint

I feed and weed and do my best
to prune in June and all the rest
cart buckets brimming full of water
although I know full well I shouldn't oughter
work never ending seems a chore
yet as I rise from sore bent knees
I see the flowers sniff the scented breeze
bees swarm around me somewhere trills a bird
the grass tells stories no-one else has heard
and courage once more in me flows
from all the things my garden grows.


  1. Yes, it's well worth the effort, isn't it? Delightful poem and pix! :)

  2. Thank you for stopping and commenting :)

    You have beautiful photos of your flowers. Now, I thought that it was your winter? I need to look up some geography info on your part of the world.

    And, I love the names of those roses. I had Abraham Darby at my old place and now have Graham Thomas (going through its second bloom), Winchester Cathedral and another whose name I can't remember!

    I need to get more (I'd love Tess of the D'Urbervilles if only for the name).

  3. Arija, such a nicely suited poem goes to every gardeners heart. Lovely pictures too.

  4. Thanks for the great gardening
    photos. They were absolutely beautiful.

  5. Good morning Arija, those pictures are so full of meaning, just like your words.
    I love 'the grass tells stories no one else has heard. . 'That really set me daydreaming.

  6. What a beautiful blog you have!

  7. Arija,
    Thanks for visiting my blog. Your photos and poetry are fascinating. Thanks for sharing your talents. Sounds like you keep quite busy gardening. It's always nice to take the time to be close to nature. And its free! Have a great day today and hope to read more of your poetry and photos real soon!
    The Bach

  8. Thank you all for visiting, compliments always welcome, also creative critique.You are quite right Manuela, it is deepest winter here.In roses I like Woburn Abbey although the colour is rather bright orange.

    Welcome to my patch Bach., and to all of you who liked my ditties thanks for the encouragement. Believe me I need it.

  9. Awww Arija, you are so lovely... I love your poetry..

    A garden . the reward. of life labors.. You really have the knack of expressing yourself!
    The glowing bloom is enchanting.

  10. Dearest Gwen, there is nothing like sunrise fog for softening flowers. More will follow some other time. Did you notice the great ball of pollen on the bee's leg?
    I send you a very warm hug.

  11. Oh I love his little yellow packages ... aren't digital cameras wonderful for capturing close up details of this magic... I always love blowing them up on my computer screen and examining them closely!!


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