Now is the time, To put away my shoes, Fold softest blankets, With the neatness of the day, Gather up crumbled paper bags, Resting gently in corners, Making sure space is cleared, For others' beginnings. Along the front wall, Smelling the roses ,I walk, Enjoying the greenness, Of Sycamore leaves, And the circle of grass , Cut carefully, by myself, When inspiration sang, Of fairy rings . Tidy the stone animals , At the bottom of the Cherry tree, And blow a kiss to the wind. These are my priorities, A symbol of a life loved.