Beautiful Life

This beautiful life filled with flowers and strife

And hours that spill into what used to be

Doth startle us oft as it slips silver-soft

From bud into bloom to tomb marked with stark tree

This beautiful life, like a stream running rife

Where both dream and Duty seem never quite done

Teaches us to touch but not cling to or clutch

The sea slipping through us like sparkles of sun

This beautiful life like a supple-slick knife

That cuts to the quick with its ticking and tock

Carves, with dimming day and dawn’s brimming hurray

Mementos in vaults that no key can unlock

This beautiful life, ah, this beautiful life

It bends our bearing with love’s care and pain

But, in its granting we find ourselves planting

A garden to stroll through again and again

© Janet Martin

 How doth your garden grow?

With snow gone(for now:) our thoughts turn toward planting...seeds and memories!

What a quick week;

granting some yummy moments...

Some "look mummy! I can lie on my tummy and hold up my head!" moments...

Some (not caught on camera) two little boys checking out Janet's muddy garden moments

that led to much extra-laundry moments...

Some cutsie-tootsie moments...

Some 'let's tidy' moments...

...and some tidy moments too:)

Happy Saturday to you!