tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39050144547184391352024-03-19T00:30:24.892-07:00"Garden Whisperings""Garden Whisperings"http://www.blogger.com/profile/04648243526968515324noreply@blogger.comBlogger140125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905014454718439135.post-8482480734081181712016-01-17T21:34:00.001-08:002016-01-17T21:34:35.011-08:00"Never, ever will I."<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Never ever will I, whinge again.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> I have been far across the sea, to a place that has been,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">quaked and cracked and crumbled.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> I would have been so scary, no probably much more than that.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">They just go about their business, they have so very little.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> They make do with what they've got.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">They made me feel quite humble.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I'm glad I ventured there, and hope my little bit.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The scenery is awesome, their roads not for the faint hearted.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The food was just plain yummy.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The friendships made were great.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Now I did say I would never whinge.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">That, I would be quite content.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">But the weatherman has said 40 degrees, so I am rethinking </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">what I said.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"></span>"Garden Whisperings"http://www.blogger.com/profile/04648243526968515324noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905014454718439135.post-12954947577633089542015-12-08T23:19:00.003-08:002015-12-08T23:19:39.934-08:00"Pulsing Purple Pythons"<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Well, perhaps not quite right, ordinary brown snakes.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> They think they are welcome to hang out in my shed.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> They haven't got the story right, they are not welcome there at all.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Now I open it with caution, asking is there anyone inside.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I remove my hat and sunglasses to get a good look inside.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Yep, there they are a wiggling, and jiggling all about.</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXd3-9gZSQE77-RIy4WpaxT5RXVA3lvKSgSBN13kMAhJZwKhdQM3VQjTbg3brpq3kVi5lZYitl9fKdWaKgkpRJ3SjXkiPy9hyphenhyphenwp4NBjiwosv5V6cJJKRUL2lxca5PGe0bQfRnMgNi6Peg/s1600/IMG_1993.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXd3-9gZSQE77-RIy4WpaxT5RXVA3lvKSgSBN13kMAhJZwKhdQM3VQjTbg3brpq3kVi5lZYitl9fKdWaKgkpRJ3SjXkiPy9hyphenhyphenwp4NBjiwosv5V6cJJKRUL2lxca5PGe0bQfRnMgNi6Peg/s400/IMG_1993.JPG" width="400" /></a><span style="font-size: large;">I close the door, behind me and leave a parting word.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">If you really think you are welcome.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Please wait for your invitation, I will pop it in the mail.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Please don't hold your breath while waiting.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I might be lucky enough and you will all expire.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"></span>"Garden Whisperings"http://www.blogger.com/profile/04648243526968515324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905014454718439135.post-28957867146386974652015-11-29T22:17:00.002-08:002015-11-29T22:17:39.713-08:00"Dust, Dirty, Dusty Dust."<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> I'm not a happy camper, I cleaned my house today.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">In fact I'm really, really quite angry.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">If I wasn't such a lady, I would say it another way.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Don't tell me you like Summer, I have my broom in hand.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Well, it only starts tomorrow and I'm over it right now.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Anyone who says they like it, may get a jolly good beating.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This old witch, just doesn't ride who broom.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">She could give you quite a clout.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The dust may clean out, with a good sweep and mop.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">But my poor old mop-top tree, has been snapped off.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">So don't tell me you like the summer, the wind and all the dust.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">This Old Witch, is feeling evil, so just watch your step.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span>"Garden Whisperings"http://www.blogger.com/profile/04648243526968515324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905014454718439135.post-65940290437676076842015-11-17T02:12:00.002-08:002015-11-17T02:12:33.837-08:00Re - Unions"<span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> School reunion, long time since I started, long time since I left.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> It was nice to have a catch-up, to laugh and have a chat.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> To compare just how we used to look.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Then wonder where all the years went.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Why didn't we keep in touch.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">As I wander round my garden, it's like a little catch-up.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Without the little chat.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">There are plants here and there, that came by way of cuttings.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> So there is a little pot of Gracie, a rose from Marg.</span><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdafgS2h0Ibl0RSuqRVNy1Ezn3_7lAJS2EanaoHFzQq2wn1ClAJjnNB1kVf4i-jzmV8wJwyXn_FZ9vsl3nPAEvDQGWZG__OE6XTCLKjKbpnQTBd5t4W4BWfM0uBjdnIqVjzOTRdtG7Vd4/s1600/IMG_2140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdafgS2h0Ibl0RSuqRVNy1Ezn3_7lAJS2EanaoHFzQq2wn1ClAJjnNB1kVf4i-jzmV8wJwyXn_FZ9vsl3nPAEvDQGWZG__OE6XTCLKjKbpnQTBd5t4W4BWfM0uBjdnIqVjzOTRdtG7Vd4/s400/IMG_2140.JPG" width="400" /></a><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Also the bits I've borrowed, also the bits I pinched.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">There are trees that came as thank-yous'.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Gifts in rememberance.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">My garden is a catch-up every single day.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />"Garden Whisperings"http://www.blogger.com/profile/04648243526968515324noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905014454718439135.post-26721017738514019652015-10-25T01:46:00.000-07:002015-10-25T01:46:36.626-07:00"Do I Need a New Do."<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Do I need a new "Do",</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">No not the snip and colour kind.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Perhaps I need another "Do",</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">One of jam and cream and scones,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Throw in a little music and a visitor or three,</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhngxlpmnJWgM4PD3pwhYUysC56udCiQBWjR2wImTt9a3OnRk3JnqQcwlLrfbCHKEQ9gJBjX5H5Qx-W5jM2Ks4lXl6vc5DOLVfS-OYvkaGEsALo9ZHNTsnEpbW8gxHq0qEVyM8UOap2ZCk/s1600/photo+%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhngxlpmnJWgM4PD3pwhYUysC56udCiQBWjR2wImTt9a3OnRk3JnqQcwlLrfbCHKEQ9gJBjX5H5Qx-W5jM2Ks4lXl6vc5DOLVfS-OYvkaGEsALo9ZHNTsnEpbW8gxHq0qEVyM8UOap2ZCk/s400/photo+%25281%2529.JPG" width="400" /></a><span style="font-size: large;">The garden has gone all natural, its truly run amok.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The gardener has been slack and lazy and doing other stuff.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> She needs to be reminded there is stuff to do outdoors,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The thought of a "Do" a happening somewhere down the track.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Just might get her off her backside. Get her back outside.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And tackling all that stuff.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />"Garden Whisperings"http://www.blogger.com/profile/04648243526968515324noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905014454718439135.post-37263077811342411002015-10-13T23:33:00.002-07:002015-10-13T23:33:50.926-07:00"Show Time"<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> It has come around again.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The Town Show is here again.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The kids will be busy, Making floral saucers.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The patterns going round and round.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The big people, will be checking out their gardens,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">To find the very best, the competion can get very fierce.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Everyone is vying for that trophy.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The very "Best in Show",</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtbAufO5_lypfk3Nat5QH36vClsuOdCj5_9s3EZsosC-whvu356Oswy7tOvr9Jbgl_FRsq318qbqdL5qh3NGXHKl2GCeTJ0Yw1Win-U5xicJc92mDp25tXDTDWOjZTlCP4AEnMbmRDl1g/s1600/IMG_1005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtbAufO5_lypfk3Nat5QH36vClsuOdCj5_9s3EZsosC-whvu356Oswy7tOvr9Jbgl_FRsq318qbqdL5qh3NGXHKl2GCeTJ0Yw1Win-U5xicJc92mDp25tXDTDWOjZTlCP4AEnMbmRDl1g/s400/IMG_1005.JPG" width="400" /></a><span style="font-size: large;">The biggest, longest carrots, the roundest reddest beets.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The best looking rose, the best bunch of this and that.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And on and on it goes.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> But if we do not enter and want to really win,..</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">You know, we wouldn't have a Show.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />"Garden Whisperings"http://www.blogger.com/profile/04648243526968515324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905014454718439135.post-10169752076545721142015-10-09T15:52:00.000-07:002015-10-09T15:52:10.121-07:00"Air SHow Happenings."<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> It's here, it"s on the sky is quite a buzz.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> That little band of voluntees have done a bonza job.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Lots to see if you look above and lots to see below.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Problem here, but small I know.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> But needs some thought and much consideration.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I have my laundry to hang out, while they fly up there above.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Now I am in a little dither.</span><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCnDLfRShGu1CQGBBCwcc4828glope2WDTIvclar6r3hLJzHWej5UQf3w1BLyCOrD5lpqQKLLts4ipi7-InFIr0Povf4EORdG-LY2SStKCCf3h7tArZ-zQpu-9eKXK7zajFzpWv6Dr_6Q/s1600/IMG_1586.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCnDLfRShGu1CQGBBCwcc4828glope2WDTIvclar6r3hLJzHWej5UQf3w1BLyCOrD5lpqQKLLts4ipi7-InFIr0Povf4EORdG-LY2SStKCCf3h7tArZ-zQpu-9eKXK7zajFzpWv6Dr_6Q/s400/IMG_1586.JPG" width="400" /></a><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Do I hang my not so small, "smalls" out there.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">For all to view and see. Will they think they are and SOS flag.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Flapping in the breeze.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"></span>"Garden Whisperings"http://www.blogger.com/profile/04648243526968515324noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905014454718439135.post-51645117477696872882015-10-04T17:55:00.003-07:002015-10-04T17:55:39.772-07:00'Air Show Gardening."<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Yes, Air Show time again, the town will be abuzz.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> They will be flying in from near and far and passing just above.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I wonder what my garden looks like, from way up there above.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Can they see the weeds I've missed and all the chores not done.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Or do they see it looking nice and neat, nothing left undone.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I could book a flight I suppose, and check it out myself.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Or perhaps I'll get my broomstick out and fly up in the air.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> I could get a birds eye view.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">If I hover just above.</span><br />
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</span><br />"Garden Whisperings"http://www.blogger.com/profile/04648243526968515324noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905014454718439135.post-59056682056621045022015-09-30T01:01:00.002-07:002015-09-30T01:01:32.232-07:00"AM I Odd, Please don't Answer all at Once."<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Am I odd, Yes, I hear some of you, I know doesn't matter.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Have been known to have a chat with a good looking tree or two.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Well, Why wouldn't you.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Have been known to apologise while pruning.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">For your own good, better for your health and wellbeing.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Yep, those plants understood.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Yes. well you know I give verbal praise to all bees and butterflies.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">As you should.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Today as I stepped back onto a patch of nettles.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I muttered Oh Whoops, I am sorry, as they bit me on the butt.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> I was taught to be polite, as we all should be.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Or am I just plain Odd.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> </span>"Garden Whisperings"http://www.blogger.com/profile/04648243526968515324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905014454718439135.post-39880275950060672002015-09-20T19:21:00.003-07:002015-09-20T19:21:37.182-07:00"Still Cutting Laps."<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> The knee high boots have long gone.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> The mini skirt layed to rest.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Laps past the Town Hall Dance, to check out the talent.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Back past the coffee drinkers, down past the pub.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> All so long ago, all part of the past.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> But, no this old girl is still cutting laps.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Down past the Lemon scented gum, up round the Hakea.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Lap after lap she can cut, round and round she can go.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> The mowing here goes on forever, and ever</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But so do those memories of long ago.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> </span>"Garden Whisperings"http://www.blogger.com/profile/04648243526968515324noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905014454718439135.post-44581901162701617132015-09-13T18:17:00.002-07:002015-09-13T18:17:19.676-07:00 "Sure Fire, Good Stuff Garden Toinc."<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Yes, this tonic is working its magic right now.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Playing Xavier Rudd in the garden, Yes it understands his lyrics.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Peace, harmony, unity of the planet.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Yep, went along to watch and listen, dread-locks swinging in time.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">No, not my graying locks, others bopping everywhere.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Was I the oldest there, well I thought not.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I spied another with looks of fading youth, I wasn't alone.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Whoops, he was an Usher, I didn't really care.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Waved my hands, I stomped along with everyone.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Calling play, Spirit Bird or Follow the Sun.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I didn't care which one. A Man with vision.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Please listen to his wisdom, help our beautiful planet.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">While we still have one.</span>"Garden Whisperings"http://www.blogger.com/profile/04648243526968515324noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905014454718439135.post-66849788633343833622015-09-04T21:26:00.001-07:002015-09-04T21:26:09.533-07:00"Hello Beautiful."<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Yes,I say "Hello Beautiful", quite often.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> No, not in front of the mirror, saying how damn cute am I.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Don't get all ego-eeee, well I could be proven wrong.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">No, don"t say it to the Other Person Who Lives Here.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">That's more Hunkie Hansomeness, Brownie points to me.</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheeVW7N6cL7u933tiKjfXKJ3Pwl3kgWD_CAXAWeVgZTAtTuKSX3NJU6sCCcrGJ3kfJCulDQBXd5joQNL8LVrxrx6QYVEgt534sKZeyzoOygS38x1rGOop0tOLDDC__bn-wFyMpKMeAc3s/s1600/IMG_1955.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheeVW7N6cL7u933tiKjfXKJ3Pwl3kgWD_CAXAWeVgZTAtTuKSX3NJU6sCCcrGJ3kfJCulDQBXd5joQNL8LVrxrx6QYVEgt534sKZeyzoOygS38x1rGOop0tOLDDC__bn-wFyMpKMeAc3s/s400/IMG_1955.JPG" width="400" /></a><span style="font-size: large;">Notch them up, whatever wayI can.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">No, I say "Hello Beautiful" to every Butterfly I see.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I don't know why you wouldn't.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">They are all beautiful you see.</span>"Garden Whisperings"http://www.blogger.com/profile/04648243526968515324noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905014454718439135.post-68020519864962166672015-08-23T19:49:00.000-07:002015-08-23T19:49:23.061-07:00"Downsizing, perhaps or perhaps not."<span style="font-size: large;"> Who planted this here garden, Who let it get this size.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> It spreads from here to there and further out than that.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Perhaps I need a Unit, a bit of gravel and a pot.</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtD9ylmTMtR6BOR1W1C0OAEGrtvGMfIpHaQvKaoDPnTrHvI1JWscBag1urGl_kRfUS1ZN4elJi2x7giP0XAXy7KOm5dOEDA7ZvsRQjtvbeV-yjbZnLQdT6AgDXG3qFu88mblDaHavs-Cc/s1600/IMG_1905.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtD9ylmTMtR6BOR1W1C0OAEGrtvGMfIpHaQvKaoDPnTrHvI1JWscBag1urGl_kRfUS1ZN4elJi2x7giP0XAXy7KOm5dOEDA7ZvsRQjtvbeV-yjbZnLQdT6AgDXG3qFu88mblDaHavs-Cc/s400/IMG_1905.JPG" width="400" /></a><span style="font-size: large;"> But then I might retire, somewhere down the track.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Then what would I do to fill my time in.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Maybe, I'd get domesticated and even want to cook.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Perhaps I'll keep the garden, and keep really,really fit.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />"Garden Whisperings"http://www.blogger.com/profile/04648243526968515324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905014454718439135.post-9673687710132074122015-08-14T21:51:00.000-07:002015-08-14T21:51:01.882-07:00"Me and My Fitbit."<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Yes, when I slapped this little gadget upon my wrist.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> It took one look at me, and thought itself on easy street.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Perhaps a little wander and amble here and there.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> But it didn't know my secret, I had a Victa hiding there.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Well, we go for miles and miles.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> We push it round and round.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> It has its digits zipping around really really fast.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">As she mows and mows and mows.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Yes, the mowing season has begun, there goes my life for now.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The digits on the FitBit are flying round and round.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The digits on the end of my feet are saying,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> "Quite enough for now,"</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />"Garden Whisperings"http://www.blogger.com/profile/04648243526968515324noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905014454718439135.post-48165761708153815692015-08-10T01:32:00.001-07:002015-08-10T01:32:49.164-07:00"Ode to Miss Violet."<span style="font-size: large;"> Your namesake is flowering beautifully.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Sweet smelling and so nice.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> I like your flowers Oh! so much, they really are a sight.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Now Miss Violet, you are just as sweet and twice as cute as them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> So will I ever get into your good books,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Will I always be known as evil, and not so really nice.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> I know your are only One year old, </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> It's so hard being the bad Nanna, I must really look a fright.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> If I try really hard, maybe one day I will get it right.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Love you Miss Violet, xxx </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> </span>"Garden Whisperings"http://www.blogger.com/profile/04648243526968515324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905014454718439135.post-76033796266323882132015-07-19T23:44:00.002-07:002015-07-19T23:44:10.750-07:00"Not at all Ladylike."<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Most people know me as sometimes sort of quiet,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Some people would probably not agree.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> I'm usualy found as ladylike.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> OK, some perhaps will disagree.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Today I got the mower out, on the count of three.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> I pulled and pulled to no avail,it would not start for me.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> I held my breath and counted up to three,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Then from my mouth these words popped out.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> "I will kick the guts right out of you, if you don't start for me."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Then my boot just followed through, Oh my golly gosh.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> What has come all over me.</span><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHUClkL25Q-ILJuBTm21fSUSFEKjqKGVPYKMnNukrdTImaWT0lruXQPQ3x3UBudz0zvYLDMhK7jUQqGeewGAZnE7aQo-OkYkqhXbRbTKYv2HulnP9Pu06uwwPuxGhft79VDHGiuv7GWN8/s1600/photo+%252843%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHUClkL25Q-ILJuBTm21fSUSFEKjqKGVPYKMnNukrdTImaWT0lruXQPQ3x3UBudz0zvYLDMhK7jUQqGeewGAZnE7aQo-OkYkqhXbRbTKYv2HulnP9Pu06uwwPuxGhft79VDHGiuv7GWN8/s400/photo+%252843%2529.JPG" width="400" /></a><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> The mower coughed and shuddered.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">It spluttered into life, we mowed and mowed together.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Until the fuel ran out, the moral to this story is</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">That karma has come and got me, my grass might look magnificent.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But my foot is giving me much grief.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />"Garden Whisperings"http://www.blogger.com/profile/04648243526968515324noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905014454718439135.post-29312915653395154482015-06-28T18:24:00.000-07:002015-06-28T18:24:02.162-07:00"Whoo, Back, Hold On, Stop."<span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Yes I mean it, hang on there, the winter has just begun.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> I am not ready to dust of the bikini yet, sorry joke.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Far to scary, for you to contemplate.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> I found "one" solitary daffodil, yep sticking itself right out there.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Now please, I want more cold, I want more fog, I want more of .</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Well, I want lots, like reading by the fire, with lamplight.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> With endless cups of tea, and lovely grey days outside.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> I want to walk in the fog, look at moss and fungi growing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Not sweat and moan that, it is just to darn hot.</span>"Garden Whisperings"http://www.blogger.com/profile/04648243526968515324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905014454718439135.post-83516692489619202402015-06-08T01:21:00.003-07:002015-06-08T01:21:30.561-07:00Hot Stuff, Vanity or Both."<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I have a little bird, who is looking for a mate.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> I think he wants a Mrs. or maybe just a fling.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> All day he checks out a mirror, and primpts and preens with glee.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> He wiggles those little tail feathers, winks and nods his head.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> I tell him he has know hope in the love stakes,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> If he keeps this nonsense up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> He is behaving like one of those Greek Gods,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Just looking at himself, now if I see him in a toga,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A olive branch behind his ear, I will shrug my shoulders</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Just walk away, there is no hope for this little birdie here.<em> </em></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />"Garden Whisperings"http://www.blogger.com/profile/04648243526968515324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905014454718439135.post-59978110348882785102015-06-02T01:02:00.000-07:002015-06-02T01:03:04.153-07:00Getting Naked in the Yard."<span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Don't you just love it, when Mother Nature says.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Get your gear off, show us your branches</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Bare yourself, drop your leaves.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> My trees do it so well, the brazen hussies.</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJMRlCqiJAHdbxuznMW3GYoQ9GcBGHkD5v299wDK9Hiz1CZYqFS2LiJO3BgOPJFn83FmkN-PdXa7cguIo9lgzvk5VD7CS46ZLnL2cwjzy3GAMQov_7KgmsTn4qyBbanCAgEKBM9-PlPik/s1600/IMG_1615.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJMRlCqiJAHdbxuznMW3GYoQ9GcBGHkD5v299wDK9Hiz1CZYqFS2LiJO3BgOPJFn83FmkN-PdXa7cguIo9lgzvk5VD7CS46ZLnL2cwjzy3GAMQov_7KgmsTn4qyBbanCAgEKBM9-PlPik/s400/IMG_1615.JPG" width="400" /></a><span style="font-size: large;"> A bit of a breeze and a twist and a twirl.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Not a leaf, left to cover their modesty.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Yes, they look fantastic, their branches all bare.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Beautiful, against a grey sky.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> They know they look the goods, just to be admired.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Just love autumn, all its colour, followed by all its nakedness.</span><br />
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</span><br />"Garden Whisperings"http://www.blogger.com/profile/04648243526968515324noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905014454718439135.post-64084806781059711902015-05-22T20:45:00.003-07:002015-05-22T20:45:39.736-07:00"Garden Debut."<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Don't you just love it, when something debuts in your garden.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> When they pop their petals for the first time.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> When they stick themselves right out there, for everyone to see.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> When they really look the goods, they're are just the bees knees.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> They think they're are pretty darned alright, when they decide to </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> strut their stuff. No coy and bashful petals here.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> It's all out there,for everyone to see...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> My Hakea has hit the big time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> She has popped her buds,her debut is taking place.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> She can now proudly take a bow,she has done the long awaited'</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> We all admired her with pride. Another happy little garden</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />"Garden Whisperings"http://www.blogger.com/profile/04648243526968515324noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905014454718439135.post-81271627285513468962015-05-14T01:17:00.000-07:002015-05-14T01:17:49.127-07:00"Mothers Day Gardening."<span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> No, I didn't wake to the smell of toast cooking.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Not even the kettle boiling.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Not a chocolate to munch on.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Alas, Whoa was me.</span><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4VLs1MG9LA9yOakvs5UQHgv_r71oYEKehcR1ebLDCtbZVhOPH8q4F-UszGRdY8NxlCm_K-usYdvS_kdSg6DE2w83d8xGkvWkgUYBfZ_VWv3myiWubU34YRH0axKbnpAa1OtZnbDq8QI0/s1600/IMG_1586.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4VLs1MG9LA9yOakvs5UQHgv_r71oYEKehcR1ebLDCtbZVhOPH8q4F-UszGRdY8NxlCm_K-usYdvS_kdSg6DE2w83d8xGkvWkgUYBfZ_VWv3myiWubU34YRH0axKbnpAa1OtZnbDq8QI0/s400/IMG_1586.JPG" width="400" /></a><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> But No. don't feel sad for me.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> I got the best present a Gardener could ask for.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> The sound of rain on the roof,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> The lovely sound of splish and splash.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> So Mothers Day, was a good one.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I got the best present a gardener could ask for.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I don't wish to sound ungrateful, but is there anymore.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> </span>"Garden Whisperings"http://www.blogger.com/profile/04648243526968515324noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905014454718439135.post-48438808312086422172015-04-26T01:01:00.002-07:002015-04-26T01:01:04.634-07:00" Rabbit Warfare"<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Yes, I still have that rabbit problem.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> They don't give a hoot, not an iota or not one tiny bit of respect.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> I think I have found the answer, I will show them who is boss.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> You are wondering how am I going to get them to vamoos.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> To leave my plants alone, to stop their endless scratching.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> They will get their little tails a quivering.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> When I show them what I've got.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> It took me awhile to find her, but she is hanging out here now.</span><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHC-MFWuNmSJPy6fqSKwRqfDG8gMiHGHS96S5Beq90smRR5PmfaEhXTM2_AdO9owH4DYOEGLBIEZo5qhYyhK8LgLpCPgg_-62kwGFqP1GDQsV7Sx9G3lgDWpDscbdOQOR82xCjsCkgP9Q/s1600/IMG_1561.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHC-MFWuNmSJPy6fqSKwRqfDG8gMiHGHS96S5Beq90smRR5PmfaEhXTM2_AdO9owH4DYOEGLBIEZo5qhYyhK8LgLpCPgg_-62kwGFqP1GDQsV7Sx9G3lgDWpDscbdOQOR82xCjsCkgP9Q/s1600/IMG_1561.JPG" height="400" width="300" /></a><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Yes, the meanest looking mumma rabbit .</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">To scare them all to bits.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> I hope she does the trick, that they have nightmares for a week.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> While she prowls around my garden.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> I hope she can give them all the flick.</span>"Garden Whisperings"http://www.blogger.com/profile/04648243526968515324noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905014454718439135.post-63488714601641852052015-04-12T17:37:00.000-07:002015-04-12T17:37:27.317-07:00"Wandering"<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> I have been wandering, in my away from home wandering place.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Where all is peaceful and really, really nice.</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJZjaWxWQyiVw3xMshUrexLHLsG73-9pL0vw4uEEu0asUGKbp5kyuXZiWqtUO9cQGU_FMfUYQpiOgG8ZpNRO2NpeA5JHfcfgoUsQCgVa2ubOUo7AH7RaqWKPpIgSYKx4U20bdcC4nMm6g/s1600/photo+(31).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJZjaWxWQyiVw3xMshUrexLHLsG73-9pL0vw4uEEu0asUGKbp5kyuXZiWqtUO9cQGU_FMfUYQpiOgG8ZpNRO2NpeA5JHfcfgoUsQCgVa2ubOUo7AH7RaqWKPpIgSYKx4U20bdcC4nMm6g/s1600/photo+(31).JPG" height="298" width="400" /></a><span style="font-size: large;"> Where I can paint masterpieces in my head,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Weave stories, in my mind, truth and also fiction.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> To be forgotten, when I leave that wandering place of mine.</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixq1TbUNmYS8qqqtlqUPJogSysnFlfKo5RmSIVjat5MVp_lmS0125xyyt4ZjwxZAd5qc_hLkv9Mc9wbp1VuHNh7BAK_nShTqgTqxj6oXHBByBzc5VLBWEG0JyEe66DbW3NgRPQ-fI4Jqg/s1600/IMG_0510.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixq1TbUNmYS8qqqtlqUPJogSysnFlfKo5RmSIVjat5MVp_lmS0125xyyt4ZjwxZAd5qc_hLkv9Mc9wbp1VuHNh7BAK_nShTqgTqxj6oXHBByBzc5VLBWEG0JyEe66DbW3NgRPQ-fI4Jqg/s1600/IMG_0510.JPG" height="238" width="320" /></a><span style="font-size: large;"> I wander with a little bit of company, that's is all I really need.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> They are called, Solitude and Quiet. I enjoy them quite alot.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> They are always there to come wandering with me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> To that wandering place of mine.</span><br />
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</span><br />"Garden Whisperings"http://www.blogger.com/profile/04648243526968515324noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905014454718439135.post-23470778868252212142015-04-02T17:32:00.002-07:002015-04-02T17:32:33.880-07:00"Worm Worries."<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Other Person Who Lives Here, has a worm farm. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">No, he isn't really the gardener, worm wee liker person.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">He is a person of ideas of catching a fish, type of person.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Rare occurrence, but a trier of the fishing catching skills.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> I seem to have become the carer, feeder, looker afterer.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> In other words, I'm getting a little attached to the worms.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So now the dilemma of what happens when there is one of those</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">sort of trips planned.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Do I stand there, arms folded in front of the worm farm.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Protecting the little wrigglers, or do I relent.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Let them go to their certain death, so someone can relax and have</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> some much needed time out.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Another gardening dilemma.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> </span>"Garden Whisperings"http://www.blogger.com/profile/04648243526968515324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905014454718439135.post-29207370193203276212015-03-26T20:39:00.000-07:002015-03-26T20:39:09.305-07:00"In Paper Print."<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Oh, Lordy,Lordy, Golly Gosh.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> We really truly have done it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> With a few clicks there and a few deletes there.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Plus a few words not really meant for print.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> We are printed in a book.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> So when I am all tucked up in my Nursing Home.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> I hope many years from now, I will be able to say.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Did I really live there, did I truly write all that stuff.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Will I remember all about it, or perhaps I will not.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> But there will be a copy of "Gardenwhispering".</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> For anyone to see.</span><br />
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