It’s a dryin’ lovely, Michalmas daisy kind of day;
A bulb planting, sow the seeds of spring beginning.
The old age starting of a new life, a year at a time.
My Garden Age.
Less of a young years rush,
De-cluttering the accumulated comfort clutter.
Tweetless, peaceful, forward reflections.
Winter cool and calm to come,
Smile in the certainty that a daffodil spring is not far behind.