Tales of a British expat, transplanted into the lush Tennessee countryside. Lover of old, time-worn, and antique. Tea-drinker, flower-grower, animal-nurturer.
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Summer Chores
"Spring flowers are long since gone.
Summer's bloom hangs limp on every terrace.
The gardener's feet drag a bit on the dusty path and the hinge in his back is full of creaks."-
It will soon be time to put the garden to bed. The summer seems to pass so quickly, especially this year. Lovely picture Jo and such appropriate words. The hinge in my back is creaking too these days.
13 comments:
I know exactly how he feels.
Been battling with brambles all day. Extra glass of wine tonight!
Lovely photo and fitting words . Have a good day !
It couldn't have been said better.
This summer has taken it's toll on all of us.
so beautiful and i can feel the peace flowing from the photo.
A perfect verse for how I know I feel after a day in the garden!!
A beautiful image
Wishing you a restful Sunday
Helenxx
Your photo reminded me of a still life painting. Lovely.
It will soon be time to put the garden to bed. The summer seems to pass so quickly, especially this year. Lovely picture Jo and such appropriate words. The hinge in my back is creaking too these days.
The hinge in his back full of creeks. Hmmmmm.......know how he feels! Lovely photo Jo, have a great week!
It feels like the hinge in my back is rusted shut!
I am always charmed by your talent for finding exactly the right poem for each special moment - even the creaky ones!
I feel that feeling too.
love
tweedles
I really like this view next to the window. It is a nice place to be.
Oh thank you for sharing this poem! It's so fitting right now. My husband and I moan and groan every morning till we get the kinks out!
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