And now for something completely indifferent....
Grey, middle-weight skies
promise naught; no rain, no sun.
I tend the garden.
promise naught; no rain, no sun.
I tend the garden.
posted by Jeanne at 12:07
posted by Jeanne at 12:07
8 Comments:
I assume you speak
Not metaphorically
But of the weather
Whether 'tis weather
or not, fair, foul, I weather
the slings of fortune.
Cool.
the coolest blog said
hey, cool blog and cool message
i eat my own stool
or
jeanne has a great blog
i really like her haiku
i count syllables
or
gardens need tending
aprons are worn while cooking
sweet sweet vegetables
Fille,
I too recycle
But, I must admit, somewhat
Less vigorously.
Steve:
Each seed an anchor
The gardener firmly twined
As seasons flow by
Bug buggerers, they
bugger bugs. Bugs, they bugger
other bugs. Bugger.
the itsy bitsy
spider climbed up the water
spout. down came the rain
and washed the spider
out. up comes the sun and dries
out all the rain and
the itsy bitsy
spider climbs up the spout ahhhh....
...gain...clap clap clap clap
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