Radio man said it was the dry season.
But he confirmed it.
Grass is takin’ longer to grow.
Happy me, the grass cutter.
Had pulled weeds since the morn, ’til this evenin’.
‘Til it was too dark to see, whether I be pullin’ out weeds or chives.
Had annihilated two fire ant hills.
And at least ten slugs.
Them buggers must go kaput from my garden.
Am lookin’ forward for my first dahlia plant to bloom.
Takes so long when you’re waitin’ for a flower.
And checkin’ it a number o’ times a day.
This was my fourth attempt at tryin’ to grow this flower.
Hope it survives.
And thrives to abundance.
Would sure bring a biggie smile to the Pops’ face.
For whom I plant as many flowers as I can in our home garden for.
For hours upon hours, he sits outside.
Just watchin’ the butterflies and bees go by.