A Lesson From Grandma

While Grandma worked in her garden
With a worn out rake and hoe
I made mud pies and tiny roads
For my toy trucks to go

A tablespoon, and soft, warm earth
Were a thrill to a little kid
Now my garden tools plant flowers
The way my Grandma did

There is comfort to be found in gardening
It is always time well spent
For on an especially stressful day
Pulling weeds is a great way to vent

The only part I could do without
Are the snails and slugs I find
To those slimy little creatures
I am never very kind

My favorite task is selecting each plant
Deciding what will go where
Changing the color palette each season
With tender loving care

In the winter I grow Pansies
Stocks and Snap Dragons galore
Spring brings my tulips and daffodils
And the fragrant Sweet Peas I adore

Summer's Giant Sunflowers and Marigolds
Bathe my garden in a golden hue
In the Fall my Mum's put on quite a show
With blossoms enough to fill the house too

Each garden may be different
Unique in its own size and style
But they all have one thing in common
The way they can make our souls smile

I am thankful to my Grandma
For teaching me so long ago
It takes Patience, Love and Labour
To make such beauty grow