I loved my gardening but as well the oldies Nothing much went to the tip filled it so My favourite Bearded Iris loved them But always the old Snap Dragons to grow
Buckets old boots wheel barrows too Jonquils and Snow drops loved my roses Fragrent always strong in masses where ever At times annoy delicate and touchy noses
Merigols pretty and very useful where they Buttercups loved them throwing then around Handfulls of wildflower seeds I'd throw about Digging in wet newspaper for worms in the ground
My garden my home outside loved as much as any Little nooks to sit and read think awhile under trees Magnolia's port wine pink and white I loved ever so Even upon a lovely springtime night and breeze
Anything no longer useful I filled it up with Azalias Loved blosom on the fruit trees where ever I could If I still lived in the Snowy Valley I'd still do these things Planting mosses in any old piece of rotting wood