Here we are

In the throes of December

Not sure what happened

To Septober, Octvember.

But December it is

And the garden’s asleep

Roots ‘n’ seeds in the ground

With promises to keep.

The lawn?  It is done.

Just keep up with the leaves.

Unless you’ve got straw

To be bundled in sheaves.

The fertilizer’s stored 

All cozy and dry.

Plants can’t take it up.

It’s too cold to try.

Whatever would you plant?

I cannot conceive.

“Twould be a fool’s errand

Is what I believe.

Snipping and clipping

Now here’s a fun task.

It’ll get you outside

In the cool sun to bask.

Prune out the deadwood

From this tree, that shrub.

Then head for the kitchen

For hot beverage, warm grub.

I know you’re not thinking

Of spraying the bugs.

Why, they’re all sleeping

Somewhere quite snug.

It’s Gardener’s Holiday

This time of the year.

Time to relax

To be of good cheer.

So gather yourselves

With family and friends

Sing and make merry

Until this year ends.

No matter which holiday

You celebrate,

May you be happy

HAPPY HOLIDAYS, Y’all!!

And may it be great.

See ya in the garden next year.