squirrelled

squirrelled

mid morning

already it is hot

the geraniums share a joke

daisies open up

the lavender dozes

plums are ripening

apples are dropping

and the pears 

well the pears are the pears

or so the runner beans tell

the nasturtiums 

and the dancing butterflies

and the gossip of gnats

over weeping potato haulms

yes 

it is high summer my friend

my garden hat slipping

over my closing eyes 

aye son aye

high summers just are

are they not

even when

the cat has shit on the grass

attracting the blue bottles and 

the green bottles but but

such beauty 

cannot spoil this day

it is squirrelled away 

for winter