My Gardener
My favorite day is Monday.
That's the day the gardener comes.
I love to watch him pull the weeds
And plant chrysanthemums.
Sometimes he cuts back our front hedge
Or prunes my climbing tree.
I watch him out the window,
And he turns to wave at me.
He doesn't use a broom to sweep.
He uses a machine.
Just like a white tornado,
It blows all our sidewalks clean.
He waves again before he leaves
And hums a happy hum.
But I wish he'd take his gloves off once
and show me his green thumb!
Photos courtesy of Heather, ©2009; All rights reserved
PS. Keep a lookout, giveaway winners...The books are in the mail!
11 comments:
Nice pics. Keep that kid away from the ladder though! You need to listen to the Seabear song called "Hands Remember". Its really good.
You take the best pictures!
These photos are actually from my daughter-in-law. And yes, she takes GREAT pictures.
=)
i want one of those oranges! that is what those are right?
Love it. You are so talented!
OoooOOh! I just want to squeeze that little guy - he's adorable! Love the hat, too.
I can't tell you how many pictures we have of the kids and grandkids wearing one of Grandpa Tucker's cowboy hats. There's nothing quite so defining to a person as the kind of hat they choose. And it is so fun to see the hero worship that comes out when a little one is wearing that hat.
LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS ONE!
Love the poem and the pics are cute.
ohh beautiful.
I got my book in the mail today! Thank you very much! Now I just need a quiet corner to go hide in while I read it!!
Great Pictures and I love the poem! Waiting, waiting, waiting on my book!!
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