>Remember Chuck’s threat last week? His warning not to take any garden talk seriously, and most certainly, not to go outside and work in the yard?
He gave up.
He noticed our neighbor, our ever-conscientious neighbor, taking care of his yard – and mowing the lawn. In mid-March. In Wisconsin. This, my friends, goes way beyond planning the garden or even buying seeds.
To show you how much this disturbed him, I just need to tell you this: Chuck’s response was in Haiku, followed by limerick.
Garden prep, lawn mown,
Spring is in the air.
Blizzard Marches in!
A warm March day in the air,
Lawn mowed, garden planted out there;
Her hubby did warn
Of inviting a storm
Now she’s freezing off her derriere.
I must respond.
Dear husband, the one I adore,
I might play a little outdoors,
But all I will do
Is grow food for you
And can homemade goodies galore!