The Porch Garden



DREAMING OF WAKING

Monets Gardens

It is spring.  Time to wake-up all sleeping gardens!  With broom in hand I walk boldly outside my door and inside the porch garden.  Confident that my efforts will meet with success, I have been here before.  It looks empty with all the plants missing, with all the furniture dirty and disheveled.  I left it, like this last year, when the first frost came.  I always leave.  All around me I see possibilities, for this year.

The porch garden must be sleeping harder than I thought.   Only one chair is clean.  How did I daydream two hours away?  I will come back tomorrow.  If I stay, I will fall into sleep again.