I hope you enjoy this parody of the post I was going to write – a lot of poetic license taken!
A Virtuous Gardener
|A virtuous gardener is a thing to behold,
I hope you’ll agree once my story is told.
You may wonder why I have feelings so proud,
So let me regale a few cases out loud.
|My borders are tidy with weeds all rejected,
The grass is now cut and the leaves all collected.
The delicate plants have coats added of fleece,
While my vigilance for bugs will just never cease.
|I’ve removed summer bedding and split up perennials,
I’ve put in my bulbs and I’ve planted biennials.
I have cuttings of Erysimums just waiting to grow,
And seeds of Astrantia all ready to sow.
|I’ve split the Euphorbia into myriad pieces
For all round the garden and some for my nieces (Sorry!)
The overgrown herbs have all been uprooted
And replanted much neater with bits that had shooted.
|My friends have all helped me to fill up my tubs,
By letting me cut at their favourite shrubs.
Others took pity and have been sending me seeds,
I’ve Foxgloves from Fraserbrough and Lupins from Leeds.
|I’ve taken all offerings, even those with no name,
In this propagation fever there’s no room for shame.
I’ve given the borders a nice Autumn feed,
|But now you are all cringing and wringing your hands,
And wishing I’d stop – there’s no more you can stand.
For only one thing is worse than gardener who boasts,
And that my dear friends is such a gardener that posts!
With thanks to Cathy of Rambling in the Garden by inspiring me with her real poem.