Living the Aging Life

A garden’s always busy.

There is ever more to do.

And, there’s pleasure in that “busy”

though the work is never through.

My heart could use some courage.

My heart could use some pluck.

It could stand a bit of brav’ry.

And I’d like some plain dumb luck.

I’m looking for a miracle.

I’m finding quite a few!

The world sure needs some miracles.

One of them is you.

Today turns softly into night

and fades to memory.

Tomorrow brings new promise:

the best is yet to be.

Weeding’s quite addictive.

Gets me out there in the sun.

Lets me feel fresh air and sunshine.

And, it’s never, ever done.

Good Morning, Bright Sunshine!

We start a new day.

Here are fresh Blessings

to lighten  your way.

My driveway looks as good as new:

a large expanse of tar!

It’s waiting there to welcome you

when you drive up by car!

Something got my parsley.

Was it rabbits?  Was it slugs?

Did it succumb to plant disease

or other pesky bugs?

I checked for symptoms all around

the space it occupied.

The soil is amply watered,

but my parsley surely died.

My heart sends you a lullaby.

It’s a simple little song.

I hope its notes will fill YOUR heart,

and help your day along.

There’s a reason, ev’ry morn,

to rise and try again.

And that’s to make this coming day

the best that’s ever been.