Summer brings thoughts of gardening.
I used to love working in the yard. As time goes by I love it less and less, detest the heat, the humidity; and my back and knees have rebelled. Still, I have a wealth of garden poems. I thought it might be fun to post a few...all old ones...and then see if I can come up with a new take on the old theme. Old ones to follow, then we'll see. :)