There were twenty four hours in a day when I was young and you know ...that is all I still have.. As my years lengthened somehow I imagined time would bend and get longer ....are any of you growing vegetables this summer?

Once , each summer I would have a vegetable garden.. my children loved to see how they grew and what wonderful taste they offered.

The first peas of the season seldom found themselves in a pot. My children and I discovered that fresh peas were sweet and delicious... as is... fresh from the pods. We found just popping them into ones mouth was better that submitting them to a fire and cooking them ..

This year when I should have planted some vegetables I planted flowers ...except for one tomato plant where a wire fence makes a circle around it .. staked to the ground with wire clothes hangers , stretched out , where the wires meet I inserted them into the ground, bent the hook to hold it in place!

I share that because it is cheap and convenient and works. My plant is now about 3 feet tall with 5 yellow flowers each busy making tiny tomatoes. Wish me luck because to me there is nothing better than fresh ripe tomatoes from a vine...

Was re-reading some of my poems and am posting one today.. It is a sort of puzzle poem so I am going to omit the last two lines and ask you to guess WHO IS SPEAKING?

Let me know what you guess and on Friday I will repost the whole poem with the last line . I have to be honest ...the last lines of many of my poems are a surprise to me!

There I am just typing away and when that last line appears on the computer screen I have to say I HAD NO IDEA THAT WAS HOW IT WOULD END..

HOT HERE and have to give the birds I feed fresh water each morning.. they are thirsty and I understand ...be well, be safe and most of all BE HAPPY....

Morning Ablution

Daylight spills across the sill

Pushes at my eyelids, still

Recumbent in slumber.

With one eye I peek

To see if it is dawn,

Stretch a bit and yawn.

Snuggle back into my bed,

Curl up with my pillow .

Cover my head ,

Not ready for the morn.

Aroma of coffee

Wiggles past my nose.

Tells me someone's astir

Perhaps its time I rose.

Think about going out,

See what's there.

Glad summer days are gone

Cool, crisp Autumn here.

Wonder if the ducks have left

On their journey South.

Gad, I hate the feel of

What folks call morning mouth.

Pad across the floor

Toenails clicking ,

Look at them , notice

Their length needs snipping

Take a sip of water,

Go into the kitchen to greet

Whoever is up.

Think about my morning ablution,

My feet on dew damp grass.

Chilly on this September morn

Still I know I will perform

My daily rituals.

Roll about in wet, wild grass .

My coat glistens in the sun,

Shake myself, dew diamonds flying .

Voice my pleasure at the thought

Of spending my day lying

In front of fall's first fire.

Celebratory sparks shower

Upwards from the log.

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the last line's missing ..what is your guess ???

anna