Games

As Groundhog's Day was on Tuesday, here's a story about one of his relatives:

Games

Next to the compost pile

a hole or burrow or tunnel.

What furry creature resides there?

Quite possibly there's a pair.

This something only comes out at night

after I retired for bug bites

chase me inside early each night

after the sunset becomes twilight.

He ate to his heart's content

from the compost's contents

fortunately not realizing

fresh vegetation grew in the garden.

My neighbor told me it was a woodchuck.

It might have been a ground hog. Just my luck.

I needed to come up with a plan quick

to scare off this varmint, to outwit.

This woodchuck

did not chuck

any wood

that I know of.

He did, however, chuck

many, many rocks

that were wedged in his burrow

with his nose and head somehow.

For every morning those rocks

were again up on top.

He had come to chow down

sometime before dawn.

Last evening's parings

he thought were for sharing.

Content he was

with peach skin fuzz.

Rather a woodchuck or a ground hog, I do not know.

I do know I'm thankful he has left town, although.

Hopefully he became

tired of playing the game...

of my wedging rocks in the burrow

then his emptying the tunnel

with his nose

I suppose.

* * * * *

Oh the joys of gardening.

Everyday something needs tending.

Oh the joys of aging.

Everyday something's aching.

Dedicated gardeners won't let a few aches

keep them from their morning-to-evening date

with what's waiting out behind the garden gate

for every morning new surprises await.

Wonderment is found so don't be late

for everyday miracles await.

The miracle of food upon your plate.

Awe over the assortment God did create.

Amazement over delicate flower blooms.

Everyday a rainbow of new blooms loom.

There's much in one's garden to see and admire.

To talk about, gardeners don't seem to tire.

And tomorrow they will be back again

to finish yesterday's chores in the garden.

A gardener's work is never, ever done

rather the gardener be man or woman.

Here's some words of wisdom direct from Solomon.

I think he spent some time working under the sun.

Isn't that what gardener's do?

Work under the sun after the dew

has dried upon the grass

for there's always another task

that awaits.

Don't be late.

A man can do nothing better than to eat and drink

and find satisfaction in his work.

This too, I see, is from the hand of God,

for without him, who can eat or find enjoyment?

To the man who pleases him,

God gives wisdom, knowledge and happiness...

Ecclesiastes 2:24-26

I know that there is nothing better for men

than to be happy and do good while they live.

That everyone may eat and drink,

and find satisfaction in all his toil –

this is the gift of God.

Ecclesiastes 3:12-13

I realized that it is good and proper for a man to eat and drink,

and to find satisfaction in his toilsome labor

under the sun during the few days of life God has given him -

for this is his lot.

Moreover, when God gives any man wealth and possessions,

and enables him to enjoy them,

to accept his lot and be happy in his work – this is a gift of God.

Ecclesiastes 3:18-19

I commend the enjoyment of life,

because nothing is better for a man under the sun

than to eat and drink and be glad.

The joy will accompany him in his work

all the days of the life God has given him under the sun.

Ecclesiastes 8:15

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