Sunday Morning Peace

We have tons of trees on our property.

What a blessing in summer when they shield us from the hot, hot sun.

Springtime, I have to study hard to find the right spot in my garden pond for the lilies.

Winter, oooooh! Keeps us degrees colder than other spots in the county.

But Autumn? Love crunching them underfoot. Piling them on laughing boys. Even raking them.

Too bad they're not worth a fortune. We'd be rich! Smiles.

Gathering Leaves

by Robert Frost

Spades take up leaves

No better than spoons,

And bags full of leaves

Are light as balloons.

I make a great noise

Of rustling all day

Like rabbit and deer

Running away.

But the mountains I raise

Elude my embrace,

Flowing over my arms

And into my face.

I may load and unload

Again and again

Till I fill the whole shed,

And what have I then?

Next to nothing for weight,

And since they grew duller

From contact with earth,

Next to nothing for color.

Next to nothing for use.

But a crop is a crop,

And who's to say where

The harvest shall stop?

Blessings