How kind, how secret, now the sun
Will bless this garden frost has won
And touch once more, as once it used,
The furled boughs by cold bemused.
though summered brilliance has but room
In blossom, now the leaves will bloom
Their time, and take from milder sun
An unreviving benison.
The Garden
Robert Frost
This poem was actually written on the prospect of a fine day in early autumn. However, it seemed to match the persona of the day, and I thought it fit in smartly.
Our raised bed is set, and is bringing new life as we speak. The downstairs of the manor nears completion and the deck awaits my vigor on the morrow. Four more days before life for Kermit begins anew.
2 comments:
What a beautiful garden photo!
My little peas are sprouting, as is the spinach. We could use a bit of rain about now, but the temperatures are warming us nicely.
What did you plant in your raised bed??
Well, so far we have tomatoes, lettuce(of various varieties), onions, spinach, and broccoli.
Should be good!
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