Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Haiku~~gingerbread snowstorm



Snowflakes like saucers
my shovel scrapping along
deeper  and deeper


smell the gingerbread  
Grandma always made for us,
steeping in  hot cocoa










finally Clear skys a ramble on gardening

  It's hard for me to believe, that i still have those cheap clogs and that brand new shovel is now well worn, decades have passed.  My ...