finally spring is here. What a feeling.
I wonder if Sam started his works in Bag End's garden ...
This little poem always reminds me on Sam
The gardener's morning
The robin's song at daybreak
is a clarion call to me.
Get up and get out in the garden,
for the morning hours flee.
I cannot resist the summons,
what earnest gardener could?
For the golden hours of morning
get into gardener's blood.
The magic spell is upon me
I'm glad that I did not wait.
For life's at its best in the morning,
as you pass through the garden gate
Have a wonderful sunny spring day my friends.