FARMER CHRIS
In an attempt to write about blooms in Spring I actually wrote about a Fall event instead.
Oops! Oh well....

Dedicated to my love,

FARMER CHRIS

Kneeling on a gardeners bench
she pushes dibble down
Then spinkles loving fingers full
of phospahte in the ground

Then takes a bulb and drops it in
Sings "Happy Birthday Tulip Bulbs,"
And buries it within.
"I'll see you in the Spring." she adds
And so sets all its kin.