i stayed home
in the morning at least.
after my walk with my street walkers.
and after eating breakfast on my patio
i wandered in and out of those weedy flower beds,
pulling out the offenders.
watering the parched.
cutting off the dead.
and encouraging them all
in song.
they are partial to
"you are so beautiful...
to me".
but i cannot possibly
limit my concert to
one song.
i sing whatever comes to mind.
and today in the soft cool morning
many songs came to mind.
they even got a bit of
"hey good lookin".
i briefly wondered what it must seem
like on the other side of my fence
to anyone who passed by.
that crazy lady singing around the yard.
briefly, remember... i wondered.
because i really don't care.
"with a song in my heart"
i honored God who makes those
garden glories,
who also made me.
and mom.
she was a sporadic singer too.
betcha are surprised huh?
hahahhahahahaahaha
all throughout the drive yesterday, i've been alternately, greeting, praising & scolding flowers, trees & houses..."oh, good job hydranga!" "hello sweet peas" "oh, dahlias!! good show!" "tsk tsk **shakeshead** color, people, color"
ReplyDeletemade me think of you...**grin**
you do me proud honeypot
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