Gloating over Plants on a Sunny Morn
Whose plants these are I know I bought
Our homes are in the country here;
They all will see me planting now
To watch my yard fill up with blooms.
My noisy dogs don’t think it queer
To see me outside, oh so near
Between the woods and sunny yard.
The brightest morning yet this year.
They bark to see the cat run by
To say my space – our space – get gone!
The only other sound’s the call
Of chirping birds and passing cars.
The beds are empty, dark and dull,
But I have flowers bright to plant,
And holes to dig before I sleep,
And holes to dig before I sleep.
With apologies to Robert Frost and many, many thanks to the Spring Plant Sale at the South Carolina Botanical Garden. I should also like to point out that not all of the flowers are for me!