And spread out glossy centerfolds
Of photo-preserved garden-plots
We stroll paths lined with marigolds
And other dream-derived prize blooms
And in the transport of a thought
We resurrect from frozen tombs
The pleasure of forget-me-not
And daffodil waiting to spill
Its halos on a green-tossed hill
Where now the white of winter blows
And blankets beds of summer’s rose
© Janet Martin
Since I don't have a garden-shed some 'tools of the trade' hibernate outside;-)
That book -- this is the kind of garden I love. Cottage garden, I believe it's called?
ReplyDeleteYour poem made me wish for spring so badly.. Cannot wait to start digging :)
Me too! I also love the cottage garden. It's so free. The book I took the photo of gets pulled out every winter to fan the flame of garden dreams:)
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