A dampish day, but that’s okay,
The sky is overcast,
The garden’s wet, so I’m all set,
The watering chore is past.
A squirrel hops, he looks, and stops,
He chatters to my face,
Then turns to run and have more fun,
At some much safer place.
I pick a pear and am aware
That rabbits like to chew,
If fruit should fall to ground at all,
It’s nibbled through and through.
The garden thrives and gives up chives
To make a lovely sauce,
But not the squash, it was a wash,
Complete and total loss.
I’m glad that kale does not get stale,
It’s growing, slow but strong,
This healthy plant in soup just can’t
Make anything go wrong.