Poem

[oldfella]

"He knows no winter, he who loves the soil,
For, stormy days, when he is free from toil,
He plans his summer crops, selects his seeds
From bright-paged catalogues for garden needs.
When looking out upon frost-silvered fields,
He visualizes autumn's golden yields;
He sees in snow and sleet and icy rain
Precious moisture for his early grain;
He hears spring-heralds in the storm's turmoil
He knows no winter, he who loves the soil."
-
Sudie Stuart Hager, He Knows No Winter

"Nice says it all really"

[Milims]

If this was face book I'd hit the like button

[Lillia]

That's very true, Oldfella~

[Carltonian Man]

Missed this one last week. Thanks for posting it Oldfella