A garden can be lots of workIt may be lonely too,Though not if there are zinniasTo shout "hello" to you.Rest a while from workingLeaning on your hoe,See them bright and cheerfulBrightening up each row.

Geometric wonderDesign of living laceWaiting, waiting,For the right bright dayTo wave purple petalsLike flags,Calling all GoldfinchesTo the feast! 

Last summer's drought Left fence lines shrouded in remainders,Reminders that All of us are like the grass,The grass withers and fades away.The glory of a man Is like a flowerThat withers in the sunAnd falls;But the word of our God Endures forever!