It is the evening of a day that several hours ago was born.
Created in the very image of yesterday.
Today, life turned another page.
Thursday what was it for?
There was no labour for me today.
Well there was by choice.
Not for money but, for the sense of achievement.
In the heat of the sun shining high in the sky I picked up some shears and created beauty.
Said goodbye to briars and brambles.
Okay no topiary here.
What seemed a million brambles were raised unto the ground.
Beauty was indeed created, for now I see the ground.
I found space once forgotten.
Still more to do.
Lawn mower I'm using you.
Probably abusing you.
No choice I'm afraid.

As long as perchance the weather hangs fine.
My washing blowing on the line.
My grass will be defeated.
Maybe even sweet.
If I can survive with sneezing.
My garden shall look more pleasing.
(c)LIVVI MMCV