A Sentiment

God knew what He was doing when He sent a gentle breeze and brought a lovely butterfly to set my heart at ease. The happiness of your friendship and the gentleness of your words have touched my life in special ways and now I feel assured. Thank you for your loyalty and for reading everyday. I only hope you find things to make a happy day.

Thursday, December 24, 2009

A Gardener's Night Before Christmas

I thought that this was appropriate for gardeners.
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the yard the branches were bare and the ground frozen hard;

The roses were dormant and mulched all around to protect them from damage if frost heaves the ground.

The perennials were nestled all snug in their beds while visions of 5-10-5 danced in their heads. The new-planted shrubs, had been soaked by the hose to settle their roots for the long winter's doze;

And out on the lawn, the new fallen snow protected the roots of the grasses below.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear but a truck full of gifts of gardening gear.

Saint Nick was the driver - the jolly old elf and he winked as he said, "I'm a gardener myself.

I've brought wilt-pruf, rootone, and gibberellin, too. Please try them and see what they do.

To start new plants, a propagating kit. Sparkling new shears, for the old apple tree.

To seed your new lawn, I've a patented sower; in case it should grow, here's a new power mower.

For seed-planting days, I've a trowel and a dibble, and a roll of wire mesh if the rabbits should nibble.

For the feminine gardener, some gadgets she loves; plant stakes, a sprinkler, and waterproof gloves;

A chemical agent for the compost pit, and for pH detecting, a soil testing kit.

With these colorful flagstones, lay a new garden path, for the kids to enjoy, and bird feeder and bath.

And last but not least, some well-rotted manure. A green Christmas year round, these gifts will ensure."

Then jolly Saint Nick, having emptied his load, started his truck and took to the road.

And I heard him exclaim through the motor's loud hum "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a green thumb!"

This article was published originally on 12/5/2007
Submitted by Richard Jauron, Horticulture Department. Adapted from The Gardener, November-December, 1983
Merry Christmas from, Balisha
Gibberellins (GAs) are plant hormones.


Wsprsweetly Of Cottages said...

Dearest Balisha..
This was such a great garders poem. I was thinking as I read it, "someone KNOWS gardening" and then I read who wrote it! Yep, I would imagine he does!

You have Cardinals there? I love them..well...any bird for that matter! Cardinals are just..oh wait..I know why. They are red! :)
Hugs and have a wonderful Christmas eve and Christmas day..
Granddaughter got home safely. They just called me. We are relieved and very happy.
Now for daughter to arrive!
Christmas hugs to you too!!

Elenka said...

Great poem. What a year you've had. Wishing you the very best for the coming year, one a little less dramatic! Merry Christmas Balisha.

keewee said...

Balisha, that is just perfect.
Have a very happy Christmas.