2014

Published by AbbeyFornachon on May 16, 2014 | 5 Responses

In the spring, my thoughts turn to …

I am a Master Gardener.

I’m certified, you know.

Instructors said I made the grade

and I can make things grow.

I am a Master Gardener.

I studied all the books

on treating soil, lawnmower oil,

and plants that you can cook.

I am a Master Gardener,

and I can show you how

to trim your shrubs, get rid of grubs,

and where to put your plow.

I am a Master Gardener.

I wear a shirt of green.

I help the pro’s at flower shows

and work behind the scenes.

I am a Master Gardener -

It’s such a scary thought.

For you can see, surrounding me,

dead plants in all my pots.

Kim May 17, 2014 at 10:27 pm | Permalink

Very cute! I would love to do the Master Gardener thing.
Diane Stefan May 16, 2014 at 10:31 am | Permalink

Love this poem !!!

haiku for you:

not a gardener
my thumb apparently black
plants see me and die

Happy Spring!!
Diane
sandra harrison May 16, 2014 at 9:59 am | Permalink

I loved this!! And I too have poor dead or dying plants staring at me…LOL.
Grace Grits and Gardening May 16, 2014 at 8:39 am | Permalink

haha very cute. I’d love to take those classes. Someday.
1. Gayle Glass May 16, 2014 at 9:53 am | Permalink
  
  I did this about 10 years ago, and did volunteer work with them for about a year. Learned a lot of interesting stuff…but knowing and doing are two different things!