To the garden I didn’t know I wanted ‘til I had it.

Monday, July 19th, 2010

sun-dried sheets,
the scent of chives and thyme,
the spider, bee and butterfly.

i love my little garden.



I guess "and the cat poop" wouldn’t fit properly in the stanza.

Posted by Jeb


Yeah, that’s a whole other poem entirely. :-)

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