…old Widow in her weeds
Sowed her garden with wild-flower seeds;
Not too shallow, and not too deep,
And down came April — drip — drip — drip.
Up shone May, like gold, and soon
Green as an arbour grew leafy June.
And now all summer she sits and sews
Where willow herb, comfrey, bugloss blows,
Teasle and pansy, meadowsweet,
Campion, toadflax, and rough hawksbit;
Brown bee orchis, and Peals of Bells;
Clover, burnet, and thyme she smells;
Like Oberon’s meadows her garden is
Drowsy from dawn to dusk with bees.
Weeps she never, but sometimes sighs,
And peeps at her garden with bright brown eyes;
And all she has is all she needs —
A poor Old Widow in her weeds.
Source: Walter de la Mare, Peacock Pie
Image: Vallen Crawford, Peruvian Daffodil
Inky: This weekend was for gardening and so I did. The vegetable garden need a bit of lime this year, and so the ground is now brown and earthy, the sod broken and loamy awaiting it’s first seeds. My flower garden needed weeding, and so it now sits pristine, roses climbing, Japanese holly, Salivia and Lavender budding, with fresh soil awaiting Peruvian Daffs, Shamrock roses, Blue Sea Hollys, Cornflowers, Columbine, Dutch Iris, Tiger flowers, Hollyhocks, climbing Red Roses and Hummingbird Mint.
The fence between his yard and mine, fresh stained awaiting Josee Lilacs, Everlasting Sweet Williams, and Rainbow Butterfly bushes.
Sunday I sat on my porch steps, face red from the weekend’s exertion fresh freckles across my nose, a glass of mint tea in my hand, body warmed by the sun at perfect peace with the world..
Listening to: Birds, the far off sound of a lawn mower, and far distant chug of a fishing boat.
Mood/Doing: Happy …. alas working inside.winds wide to the sun, and spring breeze.