 Brown and grey
Brown and grey What does the winter garden do all day? White and brown White and brown Nothing much to hear, it doesn't make a sound. Ho and hum Ho and hum Grey and brown makes me feel all glum. Then a voice said "ho!" "Look below! Take a little moment now and say 'hello!'" Beside my boot In his green suit He said "I am the one who tends the root!" "You might say It's brown and grey But just you wait til one spring day!" "Soon the roots Will send up shoots And you'll see flowers in the month of May!" Then the wee gnome Hid behind a stone And burrowed down below to his earthen home. Though brown and grey On this winter's day The garden really DID have a lot to say! written by Christine Summerfield / March 7, 2019
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 Jewel in the Crown A field full of weeds as the summer sun burns... The old ones recede and the new take their turns... Blossoming now on the warm summer stage Enters the King as we turn the page... Standing tall with scepter of thorns His purple flowers await to be born. Filling his crown with flowers bright Like amethyst jewels they shine in the light.  With his prickles sharp, no one comes near Instilling respect and a wee bit of fear! But the winged ones know of his royal treasures They dig for his gold with fervor and pleasure! For his flowers are softer to the touch The bees and the butterflies like them so much!  And when the jewels fade away from the crown They change to brittle, dry rusty brown But the gold finch knows of the treasures inside Quickly she lands and knows where they hide. She mines all day in a cloudy white puff Filling her beak with seeds from the fluff!  After the seeds from the rusty old crown The last gift remains, the gift of the down. Silky and soft, the gentlest of all Will line the nests of the finches so small.
 A Wall of Happy Houses A wall of happy houses is just along the street Full of every color for the birds who like to sing tweet tweet! The colors make a rainbow of yellow, blue and green Orange bright and violet and pinks of shiny sheen! This neighborhood’s for winged ones, for finches red and blue Who play and fly and sing all day: “Tra Lee, Tra Lah, Tra Loo!” They never seem to argue or get into a fight They’re much too busy singing and playing in the light! 
 Madame Chartreuse Have you heard the news? Did you all hear hear? I have some little clues... About a guest who's here! She is a color like no other Come and take a peek Half of one and half of the other She is quite unique. She brings a special kind of sheen to places in the shade A mix of yellow and of green, she is on parade!  Other kinds of greens do grow in my garden fair Avocado, Forest Green Sage and Moss and Pear. And then there is Pistachio Granny Apple too Effervescent Lemon Lime Will make you say "At Choo!"  But this one is fluorescent green She comes from South East France A cordial made by silent monks From one hundred plants! She has a very special name It is La Grande Chartreuse Yellow Green and luminous One you can't refuse! Here's a few of her plants in my garden bed She paints the flowers and the leaves, they'll make you turn your head! Hellebore of Corsica is greeny-yellow gold Her foliage is evergreen even in winter's cold. And then Hydrangea shrub is there, her name is Annabelle Her flowers are so delicate, she's quite the Mademoiselle. And then there is a carpet wild that runs along the ground Creeping Jenny she is called, she does not make a sound.
written by Christine Summerfield/June 18, 2018
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