Summer 


Counting tomatoes, and early potatoes.
Snap peas, beet greens, and fuzzy broad beans.
Flowers and fruit, nestled in bowers,
Zucchini blossoms, yellow bouffant pillows.
Tiny cucumbers, pickles on the vine.
Red currant jelly in the jars!
Hydrangea, mad, blue bombastic.
Shasta daisy tall and shady.
Astilbe pink, fog of baby's breath.
Clematis pouring purple overhead.
Roses pouting scented smiles,
sweet pea and lavender, airy wiles.
White snapdragon, cosmos, petunia.
Sunny yellow marguerite, Dahlia buttoned bright.
Climbing roses threaded through honeysuckle...
Purple clover dusted in bees.
Deer nibbled scarlet runner beans!
Leaf lettuce, parsley, cress.
Ribbons of self-heal, heliotrope in baskets,
double impatiens, grand geraniums, lofty lobelia.

And most regal the rambling rose scented pink hues.
Wild along the roadsides too, June blooms:

pearly everlasting, fireweed, and scarlet pussy-toes! 


2018

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