Are We There Yet?
Knowing how hot our summers become, She supplied the less drought-tolerant plants with a store of water. The lawn was ever evergreen.
She knows, as the throng awaits, when the time is best to abate. So the gray days we tolerate; the frost we deem as ornate; the snow my soul mate.
With the sweep of her cape, she exits leaving March to carry on.
© Teresita Abad Doebley. All rights reserved 2009-2011.
Quote of the Day for YOU: There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you…. In spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other; only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself. ~Ruth Stout