Ode to a woman gardener. (Found on the net but unknown author.) My Wife the Gardener She dug the plot on Monday the soil was rich and fine, She forgot to thaw out dinner so we went out to dine... She planted roses Tuesday she says they are a must, They really are quite lovely but she quite forgot to dust. On Wednesday it was daisies they opened up with sun, All whites and pinks and yellows but the laundry wasn't done... The poppies came on Thursday - a bright and cherry red, I guess she really was engrossed she never made our bed... It was violets on Friday in colours she adores, It never bothered her at all all the crumbs upon the floors I hired a maid on Saturday my week is now complete, My wife can garden all she wants the house will still be neat! Its nearly lunchtime Sunday and I cannot find the maid, Oh no! I don't believe it! She's out there WITH THE SPADE!
Oh, Eileen, how many times has my husband heard, "It's lunchtime already?" Sometimes one can lose oneself in a garden (and it's so much more fun than dusting, vacuuming, making beds ).
Oh my! I'm that woman! Thank goodness my DH is an easy going guy and will even help me if needed. Thanks for finding and posting it. It started my day with a chuckle and a smile.
