Les bliancs Lapîns!

[ieune]

Assa, un mio dé la poésie pouor lé preunmyi dé mai.



Ah! Spring is here. The rabbits quit their dens,
The dormant grass begins once more to grow.
The trees release their airborne allergens.
It's time to tune the Toro and to mow,
To fertilize and lime and thatch and seed
As-groveling on dirty, servile knees—
You pluck the dreaded dandelion weed
And rub your itching eyes and start to sneeze.
Wherever grass encroaches, you must edge,
And don't forget to stir the compost heap
And trim the junipers' unruly hedge,
While forfeiting a needed hour of sleep.
Those poets penning praise to spring and tillage
Are domiciled in lofts in Greenwich Village.

~Bob McKenty, A Sonnet for Spring

A slightly wry look there, methinks, but true for hayfever sufferers. :)

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

That bunny is the cutest thing ever. And that is a funny poem--so true. A horticulturist friend told me yesterday he made himself a rotating composter with old skateboard bearings and decks. I think I need to see it to be able to picture it, though.

I missed snagging an open account because I'm just generally disorganized :) but your layout looks nice. It does sound like a cooler format. Pretty default user pic.

[ieune]

The bun is 'teh cute', isn't s/he. :) I have more than I keep for 'white rabbits' day. (*is mad* Hee)

rotating composter with old skateboard bearings and decks Yes, my mind is boggling there too, but well done that man!

Thank you--I tweaked the colours so it looked spring-like. Well, to me anyway. ;) There's a lot I prefer over here, from the attitude of those involved upwards.

Hello my friends!

[(Anonymous)]

Hello my friends!