9/18/22
The smell of saw dust and fresh paint
Speckled over clothes and hair
Paint splatter up my arms and dotted on my clothes
Where knees touch ground, fresh cut wood sticks
The over cast skies of late summer into early autumn
The last projects finished up
Ready to tidy into winter
The days still hot but the nights cooling
The beginnings of autumn start to show
Pumpkins growing in the yard
Winter garden starting to take root
The trees are trimmed for winter snow
The summer garden is being put to bed
Tomato harvest coming to a close
Bearing the last of its fruit
The zucchini plant is lush but harvest is slow
We wait for the land to sleep
In the mean time we have saw dust and paint across our clothes
Finishing projects before the summer close
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts Collected
PoetryA collection of poems written in my journal, and selected to be put here. The musings of a farmer and his life.
