My veggies wilt and sigh
and my flowers always die
But with trowel in hand
I take a stand
and every year I try
Looking at “Birds and Blooms”
Leads to flowers that are doomed
Because unfortunately I forget
Water is an important little bit
Thus dry are my plants’ tombs
“Backyard Living” I religously read
I carefully choose every seed
From poppies to daisies,
I make myself crazy,
Because then I forget to weed
So even though I’m bummed
and I feel pretty dumb
I’ll have to lay my hoe up on the shelf
and reluctantly resign myself
To the fact I don’t have a green thumb
Me either! But every year I try! Though I’ve given up on huge gardens. They are so much work to not get anything back. My dh tells me the soil must just not be any good where we tilled the garden (tomatoes grew well, but nothing else! and I planted a lot of things!). So until I get smart about building up soil, I plant flowers that our goats won’t eat. I have had great luck with Impatiens! They’re so pretty too. Plus, it helps, now that my girls are older, they love watering the flowers. :O) And they can do it without supervision!
Loved your poem! It was perfect, you should get it published, had me smiling the whole read…and that brick walkway is purty!