The hens lay their eggs again; I gather a daily yield
The grass grows tall; the pastures emerge green
I mow more often the lawn and fields.
Alone I garden, in deep regard this spring
For passionate labor and good things received
Including the sacrifice of Jesus, His abundant love
Come spring, come Easter, come every day
A solace to the human race.
Copyright © 2012 Dianne Marie Andre
Happy Easter family and friends.
In and Around the Garden 