~Bountiful Garden~

My dad grows a wonderful garden every summer. This year he added some flowers to it. (Such a pretty shade of pink....don't ya think!) Dad's such a great gardener.  I'm hoping that someday It will rub off on me. In the meantime, NO green thumbs here! Although I have done pretty good with the grass this summer if I do say so myself. :) Here's a poem that I thought fit perfect!

~SEPTEMBER~

"The breezes taste

 Of apple peel.

The air is full

Of smells to feel-

Ripe fruit, old footballs,

Burning brush,

New books, erasers,

Chalk, and such.

The bee, his hive,

Well-honeyed hum,

And Mother cuts

Chrysanthemums.

Like plates washed clean

With suds, the days

Are polished with

A morning haze."

-John Updike-