These photos are taken in the front garden of our house. This year 2013, in England, UK.
The rose is from a cutting from a bush planted by my beloved late mother many years ago.
Talking about roses, below is a short but sweet poem by Robert Frost.
The Rose Family a Poem by Robert Frost
The rose is a rose, And was always a rose. But the theory now goes That the apple’s a rose, And the pear is, and so’s The plum, I suppose. The dear only knows What will next prove a rose. You, of course, are a rose – But were always a rose.
It is autumn, sooner or later the leaves will turn all shades of yellow, red, orange and brown and then they will start to fall.
Did you know that Fall, as in Autumn, comes from an old English Feallen meaning the falling of the leaves. American and Canadian use this term for one of the four seasons whilst the Brits have semi-abandoned Fall for the French Autompne and Latin Autumnus
I love the leaves when they are newly fallen, they create such a lovely colours underfoot. But given a few days, they would turn dirty brown and break up and get slushy in the rain. Raking them in is such a chore too. 🙁
Autumn Leaves, Photo by PH Morton
Gathering Leaves
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?
I love the poem below. It is so descriptive, it reminds me of days in the garden when you are raring to go and do some digging and tidying after a long winter cooped up inside the house watching repeats of gardening programs on telly.
And then comes spring….
You’ve got your wellies on, your new gardening gloves on and as proud as a peacock you venture into the wild which used to be your manicured lawn and ooops step on a hoe and the handle flies right bang on your face. hahaha Suddenly gardening is no longer such a good idea. 🙂
Robert Frost is right, a hoe can be a terrible tool 😉 Nasty things! 😉
We have all been there, had an accident with some inanimate objects in the garden or even in the house and we vent our anger towards them as if they can hear us. 😉
The Objection To Being Stepped On
At the end of the row
I stepped on the toe
Of an unemployed hoe.
It rose in offense
And struck me a blow
In the seat of my sense.
It wasn’t to blame
But I called it a name.
And I must say it dealt
Me a blow that I felt
Like a malice prepense.
You may call me a fool,
But was there a rule
The weapon should be
Turned into a tool?
And what do we see?
The first tool I step on
Turned into a weapon.
These photos are taken in the front garden of our house. This year 2013, in England, UK.
