The gardener looks at his wife and ponders

In Uncategorized on December 28, 2011 at 7:39 pm

The flowers wish they could birth fruit.

The fruit trees want to be fawned over, arraigned in vases, placed on tables in great rooms.

The grass doesn’t show any aspiration to be anything other than in the shade.

The oaks dream of a time of  only two mild seasons.

Such is the way of the garden.  

If contentment is what one is looking for, it isn’t here.


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