It's early May and the weather is cold,
Too early to plant is what I've been told.
The garden centers have beckoned to me,
Come in and shop and you will see..
Petunias, and marigolds and so many more,
Just waiting for you here at our store.
OK... I fell for their annual plea,
And bought a few plants for my hubby to see.
Coleus, impatiens, and more tender things,
To add to my seedlings waiting in the wings.
At dawn's early light they go out the door,
At night they come into the garage once more.
In and out, my hubby just chuckles,
He waits for my will to give in and buckle.
Will I continue it until it's so warm,
Or will I just wing it and plant them one morn?
This goes on for me every year, it seems,
A garden of color is in my dreams.
I guess I'll continue to move them you see,
My dream will come true..it's a small job for me.
So early this morning they went out the door,
And tonight they'll be in once again on the floor.
In another week the weather will break,
I'll plant them all ..a slight chance I'll take.
The day that I plant will be cozy and warm,
Baby plants will be safe and free from all harm.
If the weatherman says there's frost in the air,
Never fear I'll have blankets for my posies to share.
This will go on till the day I'm not here,
The tender young plants will have nothing to fear.
I'll move them and care for them each one by one,
Till my days in the garden are finally done.