The Gardener's Morning
by Howard Dolf
The robin's song at daybreak is a clarion call to me.
Get up and get out in the garden,
for the morning hours flee.
I cannot resist the summons,
what earnest gardener could?
For the golden hours of morning
get into a gardener's blood.
The magic spell is upon me,
I'm glad that I did not wait;
For life's its best in the morning,
as you pass through the garden gate.
Have a blessed day~
What a beautiful bush - what is it? My dad always loved early mornings in the garden with his cup of coffee...Have a blessed eay!ReplyDelete
Renee, you always fill my mornings with a peaceful contentedness. Thank you for the lovely things you share.ReplyDelete
Mine is in bloom too! I love the smell. It permeates the entire backyard. Isn't it fun to just sit by it and enjoy and let your mind wander.ReplyDelete
I just got a cutting from my mom. It is still in the pot as we are waiting to paint the house. The morning glory blooming through this in such a deep shade is magical. I take my coffee in the garden each morning with the dogs...smiles...ReneeReplyDelete
What type of bush is it??? It looks lovely.ReplyDelete
Gorgeous photos - lovely poem!ReplyDelete
Your bush is just beautiful. Would love to know what it is and will it grow in this Texas heat. Love your poem.ReplyDelete