
I was indeed sitting in the shade in my Adirondack chair, cat napping, and outta one eye was watching my neighbors jet black cat, Mary, rolling in my catnip patch, then stalking Lord knows what in and amongst my raised beds.
Yes! Yes, I was watching my garden grow, when this new poem pops into my head and I can’t shake it. So here it is kiddies:
MARY! MARY!
“Mary, Mary,
Quite Contrary
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockleshells,
And pretty maids, all in a row.”
Sooo? Merry Mary,
Somewhat still contrary,
Do you ever just sit,
And watch it grow?
With peppers bell
A beer in hand,
And maders, all in a row?
So? Sow, Merrily Merry?
Do you sow?
Or just scatter to the wind?
Do you compost, and mulch,
Do you water and till,
Or just sit,
Till crops come in?
Tell me, Mary,
For I’d really like to know,
What tricks, are up your sleeve?
How do you do!
What do you do?
This author don’t deceive!
I need to note, just what you do,
To get those plants to grow.
A book you see,
I’ve got to write,
“Casual Gardening,”
I’ve got to know!
We’ve done it. Sow, with Mary’s help,
A garden sowed and growed.
She’s fleeting now,
Back to nursery rhyme,
And left us here alone,
To till and tend, with book in hand,
Till next year’s begin-again.
The Casual Gardener 8/11/2020©️
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