My Garden

MY GARDEN…

I remember the day that I inherited this garden so lush.  It wasn’t all that big, nor, was it too small… there weren’t all that many singing birds… Just a deep, subtle hush.
As I walked through my garden, I was quick to notice the land that was in need of some grooming.  Some weeds had to be pulled, the grounds had to be tilled, and some wild branches that needed pruning.
I fell in love with the potential of my new place of paradise.  All of the possibilities… I started dreaming, as my heart and hands went to work… this garden would be for only my pair of eyes.
When I first began, the trees and vines produced just a little bit of small fruit, which weren’t all that sweet.  When I tasted, I knew I would need to fertilize it with much tender love and care.  My new garden was without any real attention, so, its understanding that it could be beautiful and produce excellent fruit was not just a little weak.
Now, with a few years of careful pruning, consistent fertilization and cultivation... I’m glad to say… As I walk through my garden, it’s so beautiful…  teeming with many singing birds and beautiful, fluttering butterflies… and, the fruit… it’s all gotten so lush, sweet and full of nectar’s juice.  It’s so sweet… so succulent, as my eyes rapturously close and it runs down my chin…
She’s become a paradise that went from being just a fantasy, to, a reality enjoyed in my life… magnificent is my garden… Making love to my wife.