Eden postage

Ah!  Good day!  I cut the
turf and threw it away -
curtailed the grass spread.
I planted a colourful row
of spring plants;  began
mulching the beds.  He replaced
the rotten fence struts; our
neighbour was creating a 
wild flower meadow.  The sun
went behind the cottage roof
and the air chilled my hands.
Oh!  It was cold.  I was
glad to have a good job done.
Glad to come in and
get the fire on, so I could thaw.

I loved my bright buckets,
good tools, our compost
friable and dark.  The Good
Life was with us today
my tiny Eden park.

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