In the corner of his garden, there's a patch he used to keep All to himself, to allow nature to creep There are no trimmed edges or prim, proper hedges He left his earth still and alone Allowed the forces of nature to roam He said that you don't always have to be tidy and neat Just watch the beauty of opportunity grow at your feet He said just watch the earth produce its own glory And I watched...and held on to his story My grandad was right Add water and light Behold the sight There are poppies and flowering weeds Buttercups and oat coloured reeds Daisies gingerly lift their heads Dandelions roar from muddy beds Purple thistles and strange grasses Colours that alight and ignite masses Dark ferns and heathers Dandelion clock feathers Birds foot trefoil, a four leafed clover My grandad's story is not over He may have gone, I may have cried But the beauty he predicted never died
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Tease.
Best blog post I've seen for a while. Hilarity. Hope you and your wife are getting some sleep!
In the corner of his garden, there's a patch he used to keep
All to himself, to allow nature to creep
There are no trimmed edges
or prim, proper hedges
He left his earth still and alone
Allowed the forces of nature to roam
He said that you don't always have to be tidy and neat
Just watch the beauty of opportunity grow at your feet
He said just watch the earth produce its own glory
And I watched...and held on to his story
My grandad was right
Add water and light
Behold the sight
There are poppies and flowering weeds
Buttercups and oat coloured reeds
Daisies gingerly lift their heads
Dandelions roar from muddy beds
Purple thistles and strange grasses
Colours that alight and ignite masses
Dark ferns and heathers
Dandelion clock feathers
Birds foot trefoil, a four leafed clover
My grandad's story is not over
He may have gone, I may have cried
But the beauty he predicted never died
Alright ... we gave you a week to recover, now what's going on with the garden?
Laura
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