Trashy Neighborhood

For days cold wind has blown from the channel but it has calmed to milder breeze today. I feel a soft spring breath upon my cheek and hope the gentleness is here to stay. The strong gale stripped the apple tree of blossoms. She's now content to show her advanced age and steps aside in modest resignation to let the sweet lilac take center stage. Rhododendrons and azaleas are contenders for lilac's glory when she starts to fade. My garden beauties all demand attention, sun lovers and the ones that thrive in shade. While I was trapped indoors, the weeds kept growing, taking my garden as their own domain. Nature is a strong and stern taskmaster, just waiting for a chance to grab the rein. So Mistress Dandelion, I give you warning; I'm coming with my spade and rake and hoe. You are invading space reserved for others; so pack your bags it's time for you to go. Tell your friends I have eviction orders; the elegant Miss Rose will be here soon. She'd be offended by your wanton ways at her big welcome party come this June.