Young Mum

We HAD to eat it all; that's whipped cream.

My dear Mother, 85,
Provides my other-worldly drive
To dig and plant, design and rake,
And every now and then, to bake.

She rates.

Once upon a long past time,

Donned polka dots, and then she climbed

Onto the steed of husband's need:

From Catalina 22

to Dreadnaught before all was through,

Obed'nt from her first "I do."

Blessed heart,

Strong back,

Teflon-hardy cooking knack.

This last, I lack!

So, I give back:

From fall to spring
To July wedding,

a few improvements kept me sweating: 

Hardpan soil reconditioned with compost started here last November

Duct tape drainage: kitchen funnel to PVC jerry rig. I am such a "girl."

...funneling water from where it pools to beneath new plantings.

Prunings cut into new compost. I miss Dad's chipper shredder. 

BEFORE a little visit to the local FAMILY OWNED nursery.
Forgot to take the AFTER photo.
Too sweaty. 

Wanted 

to provide

A place to 'bide

In case 

Th'other fams

Had party plans.

They ran

To Cheyenne

(Street, that is).

Ah, well!

I'm still thrilled

that

She SETS ME FREE

To play wildly.

Thanks Mum. 

"Th'other fams" sent this with love.  (I see my pavers needs a shove.)  

HAPPY BIRTHDAY,

My Dear Mum.