Summer

Summer

Where did the summer go?

Each year it goes faster, you know.

There was grass to mow

every week or so

but now the grass is crisp under my toes

for the hot, dry summer took its tow.

There were vegetables to stow

that were once planted in rows

but now some rows

are brown, like moles.

Oh no! -

more foes:

beetles are foes

and slugs down low.

Other unwelcome foes

were tawny-brown bucks and does -

deer and rabbits that mow

what grows high and low.

Water from the sprinkler flowed

as the temps reached 90 degrees or so.

On those days some gardeners sew,

instead of weed out weeds that grow.

On cooler days gardeners may make dough

to fill with fruits of their labor that grow.

Perhaps pizza dough

or fresh pasta dough.

Maybe pie dough

or muffin dough.

Beware: juice from fruit pies overflow

and makes a messy oven, oh no!

Other days the gardener works with the hoe

to nab each and every weed that might dare grow

down by one's toes

where weed seeds grow.

For despite the heat, weeds seem to grow

faster than everything else that grows.

There goes Joe

with the hoe.

Despite heat, weeds, and foes

my basket overflows

with vegetables that grow

and flower seeds to stow.

Today I scared out a hoppy toad near my toe.

I'm thankful it wasn't a mole or a vole.

Hoppy toads will eat their status quo

of insects that reside down low.

It's time to compost some rows

where vegetables did grow

and deadhead flowers that once glowed

in red, pink, yellow, purple, or gold.

Summer is nearly over, to my woe.

At my house the summer heat took its tow.

I never did make any pie dough.

Neither did I find much time to sew.

Where did the summer go?

It went too fast, I know.

* * * * *

How fast time goes!

Not at all slow.

The trees are already turning gold.

Winter vegetables are ready to stow.

We'll be raking leaves down low.

Then make pumpkin pie to fill dough.

In a few short weeks – snow!

And cold winds will blow.

Then gifts wrapped up in pretty bows

under a Christmas tree that glows.

Then off to the shopping mall we go

to buy a new calendar, you know.

So time goes -

fast, not slow.

Each year we grow

the faster time goes.

To everything there is a season.

Ecclesiastes 3:1

There will be a time for every activity,

a time for every deed.

Ecclesiastes 3:17

There is a proper time and procedure for every matter.

Ecclesiastes 8:6

Pumpkins are turning orange!

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