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.