Garden Poem (Grey Held)
I thought it would be great to have this poem made into a wrought iron entrance to a garden, so that we could be reminded that a garden is a microcosm of life—sometimes things thrive, sometimes not, sometimes crabgrass comes or things go askew. Gardening teaches me to accept what works as I planned and also my so-called blunders.
I thought it would be great to have this poem made into a wrought iron entrance to a garden, so that we could be reminded that a garden is a microcosm of life—sometimes things thrive, sometimes not, sometimes crabgrass comes or things go askew. Gardening teaches me to accept what works as I planned and also my so-called blunders.
I thought it would be great to have this poem made into a wrought iron entrance to a garden, so that we could be reminded that a garden is a microcosm of life—sometimes things thrive, sometimes not, sometimes crabgrass comes or things go askew. Gardening teaches me to accept what works as I planned and also my so-called blunders.