The Garden

The soil was tilled and fertilized -she took much care in that
Then she found her gardening gloves and her favorite old straw hat-
She gathered all the seeds she had and placed them in her cart
And planted them in careful rows- spacing them apart.
Softly she covered each one with the sun warmed earth
And watched and watered diligently as each one was birthed.
They peeked their tiny heads up, reaching toward the sun
She made sure to tend each plant as if it were her only one.
After weeks of weeding and the rainstorms that came and went
She began to see some fruit, from all the time she’d spent.
The weeds came but she pulled them out, tossing them aside;
Tending the rows so carefully made, looking on with pride.
She checked her garden everyday, laboring with such care
Until she saw the bounty of all she’d planted there.
Picking each one at just the right time, she enjoyed so much
All that the little seeds had produced, nurtured by her touch.
Her table full of bounty and her heart full of pride
Carefully saving all the seeds the harvest had inside.
Her work began in the fall, never too early to begin
Preparing for next year so she could do it all again.

Very nice...

Loved the metaphors in this as it relates to life and growing...very nice

From seedling to full grown beauty. Your words excel my foilage into wipe new petels of joy. i have missed you tress. Hugs

Hey "T" --Thanks for the sweet words I have missed you too...

(((HUGS))) in bunches!!