The Happy Gardener

[mongirl]

I have a friend whose garden grows
There is some secret, I think she knows
neath the summer sky and 'ere the winter
herbs thrive pungently and cacti sprout splinter
Leaves unfurling in strength and love
Weeds minded with a good suede glove
Independent flowers thrive in that garden,
plants flex and return, the occasional foot to pardon
sturdy roots help them mend
free from over tend

A well-kept garden produces a healthy gardener.

My how her garden grows!