The Reluctant Gardener

The Reluctant Gardener

I love the smell of new-mown grass
Whilst I sit in my chair
Feel rays of sun upon my face
As I sniff the fragrant air

All is quiet and peaceful
I pick up my book
But something is distracting me
Feel compelled to take a look

Alas on close inspection,
I espy a trillion weeds
All this aggravation
Is surplus to my needs

As I start to dig up roots
My body is complaining
Whilst mouthing silent prayers to god
That it does not start raining

Apologising to each flower
I whip them from their place
It’s hard to be the cause of death
To a lovely petaled face

Weeds christened creeping daisies
Are telling such a lie
As their takeover is speedy
Their rooting systems fly

Is it truly worth the effort
To weed till back is cracking
Putting trowel and spade aside
Resolve is sadly lacking

Rest easy little buttercup
Don’t tremble in your bed
I’ll not read I’ll shut my eyes
And have a snooze instead.

Glenys Halliday.