2, TIME IN THE GARDEN
Twelve months of the year,Each has something special to cheerEvery month has twenty-eight days,Some have more, this I praise.
Time is something of which we have no control.Now is time to achieve another goal.Out to the garden gloves in one hand,A cup of tea in the other, nothing is planned
Looking around spring is in the air.Flowers are blooming, I have plenty to share.An abundance of colour to bring me delight. The fragrance of all helps me sleep well at night.
The seeds I planted several weeks ago,are now at the stage where they are beginning to show.Many rows of colour red, yellow and white,this for sure brings me such delight.
Twelve months of the year,Each has something special to cheerEvery month has twenty-eight days,Some have more, this I praise.
Time is something of which we have no control.Now is time to achieve another goal.Out to the garden gloves in one hand,A cup of tea in the other, nothing is planned
Looking around spring is in the air.Flowers are blooming, I have plenty to share.An abundance of colour to bring me delight. The fragrance of all helps me sleep well at night.
The seeds I planted several weeks ago,are now at the stage where they are beginning to show.Many rows of colour red, yellow and white,this for sure brings me such delight.