When I walked outside this morning there was a chorus of
"HEY, over here"
"Psst look at me "
|Each corner of the garden displaying color |
that was absent just two days prior.
|All the pinks, yellows and purples,|
missing since late fall, now awake and shouting.
|Vines, Annuals, Perennials, no matter, all clamoring for attention.|
|The Prim and Proper gossiping|
about the lowly Mock Orange
|But even she is showing off her new babies, |
her buds of growth with pride.
|Makes it hard for a gal to hear herself think.|
|HEY GUYS! Keep it down would ya?|