I thought it was my imagination,
or perhaps,
that third cup of coffee.
There they all were seated comfortably,
under a blossoming apple tree.
Obviously conducting a Spring Tea meeting!
I've never spoken,
squirrel, crow, or raccoon, yet alone butterfly.
Absolutely no denying,
each tender spring creature,
was eagerly complying.
Birds of flight, and itty bitty bugs,
naked to my eyes.
Holding tea cups,
focused on topics,
of planting and dividing,
the bounty of my garden!
What I wouldn't pay,
for notes of that meeting.
It is bitterly true, last year's sweet pea's
RAIDED... by more then a few.
Oh how my eyes grieved,
when raccoons STOLE every last tomato.
You could almost feel the tension,
when the crow cussed and spoke.
The memory of his LOADED cherry beaks
almost made me choke.Hardly the fellow you would expect to
explain the emphasis of self-control.
Off I do trot to the garden store,
feeling as if......
it is a grocery list I will be fulfilling.
Wisely written, and discussed,
"charity begins in our homes,"
and yes, big sigh...........
even our own garden plots.
Mercy me,
"Pass a cup of tea, please."
Two lumps of sugar,
would be lovely string bean,
thank-you.
Don't forget to plant the raspberries!
Adding your comment:
Joyce 
cute Nice one Dear
