What a bloomin’ shame!
I worked in my garden‘ twas just
The weather was gorgeous and so warm for May.
You well could have thought ‘twas a mid-summer day.
I eagerly put in my beautiful plants
And thought, with great pleasure,
Just how they’d enhance
My front garden by adding some style,
I worked really hard for quite a long while.
We hadn’t had rain for many long hours
For April had not sent her usual Spring showers
So I watered, with gusto, my colourful flowers.
I set out my pots and arranged all my tubs
Then carefully cut back some unruly shrubs.
Then, pleased with my labours and well satisfied
I gathered my tools and went off inside.
I looked out this morning – alas! what a sight
That roguish Jack Frost had crept up in the night,
And with icy cold fingers had turned my plants white.
Their beautiful leaves had withered and flopped
And delicate petals had shivered and dropped.
My anger rose up! I’d worked with such care,
The result? Droopy plants! It just wasn’t fair.
I fished out the labels just later this morning,
‘Twas then that I read out this very clear warning:
‘TAKE CARE WITH THESE BEAUTIFUL DELICATE PLANTS,
DON’T PUT IN YOUR GARDEN TOO FAR IN ADVANCE!
BEWARE THERE’S A DANGER WITH LATE-COMING FROST.’
I just hadn’t read this so suffered the cost
So all of you listeners, I’d just like to say
Just leave certain plants till the last week of May!!
Rita Croft June. 2007