Sunday, May 5, 2019
Forced Rest
I pace
In aching bones
The need to be moving - outside overwhelms.
Fresh cargo awaits planting
A steady drizzle rain forced the ill adapted
To pace the confines inside
A nap snuck in
From the soggy chartreuse world
A rest in pacing
Woken
Late as the waters parted
Attempts to venture commenced.
Pacing outside planting until dark.
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All the rain this spring has certainly made the gardens lush. Lovin every minute of it sore muscles and all.
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