Impromptu

the lettuce is wilting let us pray for salad days but so said by Shaw about gardens and god he's in the ground but digging a bed isn't the same as a grave so she was sown from seed to sprout now an heirloom with an older tune but still blue bells toll in a breeze they toll not for you not due at least another season to greet spring up with the sun drink down the rain summer's slumbers never one to complain never one to distain caffeine laughing Zia Romaine