A Good Home, Autumn, Autumn leaves, Trees in autumn

Autumnal Tasks

 

Autumn is here, rustling all of the leaves

Soon ’twill be time to take care of the eaves

Last time we didn’t, we paid a big price

The eavestroughs were clogged, a magnet for ice

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And speaking of leaves, I’ve had cause to wonder

Why don’t they stay near their trees over yonder?

Why does the wind blow them into our place

Why, when around them is so much free space?

Photo by Hamlin Grange

And speaking of wind, there’s a shutter gone loose

Far up near the roof, nearly high as the spruce

And if it should fall, it may land on our heads

Or just fly away as we sleep in our beds

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And speaking of beds, there’s the garden to tend

And errors we really must hasten to mend

Those wild strangling vines and the tough creeping Jenny

You put up with one and you end up with many.

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And speaking of errors, that tree we bought little

Has outgrown its place — but is fit as a fiddle

Too big to dig up but too nice to chop down

Which leaves us between both a smile and a frown

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And speaking of digging, some pesky wild thing

Has me gathering stones, and I’m ready to fling

It’s digging  our daffodil bulbs from the soil

It’s making a mockery of all our hard toil

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“You terrible wretch!” I shout, all dignity lost

(‘Cause bulbs must be planted before the hard frost)

“You do this once more and I’ll wring your foul neck!”

But Squirrel just smirks and says: “What the heck?”

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A Good Home, Canadian Gardens, Garden Humour, Gardening, Gardens, Wild Carrot, Wild flowers

Her Royal Lacy-ness

There is a place

For Queen Anne’s Lace

In nature’s open garden.

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“But not in mine!”

Gardeners decline

And – oh, their hearts they harden.

Blog Photo - Garden Lace 1

Tis true, Lace will

Self-seed — and still

I love her gentle beauty

 *

But gardeners think

That in one blink

She’ll multiply their duty.

Blog Photo - Garden Lace 2

I spied the Lace

Her pretty face

Not showing in the open

 *

She hid herself

In clever stealth

With mint in our herb garden.

Blog Photo - Garden Lace 3

She stayed alive

Two years survived

Unseen by Garden Minder

*

Till recent days

He cast his gaze

And was quite shocked to find her.

Blog Photo - Garden lace 4

Her stem he gripped

He pulled and ripped

And stared at her in horror

*

And thought he had

Removed the bad

For he’s a true weed warrior.

Blog Photo - Garden Lace 5

I found her in

The compost bin

— This tale is not fallacious —

 *

No-one about,

I pulled her out

Aggrieved that one so gracious

Blog Photo - Garden lace 6

Should be thrown down

With newly-mown

Grass, in a heap of greenery

 *

I picked her up

And filled a cup

Of water to redeem her.

Blog Photo - Garden Lace 8

And here’s the grace:

She’s fine, our Lace

She flowers now at leisure

*

Indeed, she blooms

Inside our rooms

For Gardener’s “viewing pleasure”.

Blog Photo - Herb Bed and Bird Bath

If he’s aware

– Our Gardener Dear –

That Lace is what is blooming

*

He has said nought

Of what he thought

And there has been no fuming

*

But hold your glee

Don’t “hooray” me

For trouble’s yet a-foot

*

The Lacy weed

Has done the deed

And left behind a root

Blog Photo - Garden - Queen Anne's Lace in Bud2

Though Gardener Dear

Does not know there

Is still a small plant thriving

*

In his herb bed

The weed so dread

Is quietly surviving.

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Dedicated to people who love wildflowers.

–AND with a smiling apology to my favorite gardener–

There’s more information on the wild carrot AKA Queen Anne’s Lace, at:

http://ontariowildflowers.com/mondaygarden/article.php?id=169

A Good Home, Garden, Nature, Poetry, Spring, Spring Bulbs

Our Lady Spring

My Lady Spring, I must confess

Your absence causes great distress

Why does it take so long for thee

To come back here and stay with me?

Mallard on Wing
Mallard on Wing

The sun shines brightly on the land

But winter makes its own last stand

At least I thought it was the last

Till winter whispered “not so fast!”

Blog Photo -  Blooming rhubarb

The tips of future tulip flowers

Came out expecting springtime showers

Then came a blast of wicked cold

And tulip shrank back in its fold.

Blog Photo - Alium Bloom

Our Lady Spring, we need you so

Oh Lady Spring, where did you go?

Come back, relieve our suffering

And I will make this offering

Spring Garden - Pink Bleeding Heart

No more complaints of rain and fog

No more complaints that we can’t jog

We’ll gladly tolerate the bugs

We’ll stand outside and give them hugs

Spring Garden - Hyacinths

Oh gosh, I just read what I wrote

I take it back, that buggy quote

I hate mosquitoes, really do

And grubs and wasps and deer-flies too

Blog Photo - Daffodil white

But if you come, my Lady Spring

Along with blooms and birds on wing

I’ll try my best to gracious be

About the things that do bug me

Birdhouse by Jean Long
Birdhouse by Jean Long

And I shall greet you in the rain

And sing for you a spring refrain

And take the bad along with good

And walk along the cherry wood

Mature Shrubs in Bloom

Oh, Lady Spring, come back to me

So I can stroll my garden free

Of winter coat and freezing cold

While your great beauty I behold.

Photographs by Hamlin Grange

This poem is dedicated to my friends Mae, Jane and Muriel.