It’s bloody hot round our region at the moment. 26-41 on Friday predicted
and we have only had 4 mm of rain in the last month. Hence the following
villanelle.
Summer’s the time to dangle your hose.
Stand in the shade and let it pour out.
Planting is poetry; watering prose.
Beat back the dryness. Soak on. Interpose.
You’re all that stands between lushness and drought.
Summer’s the time to dangle your hose.
Commune with magpies and kookas and crows.
Swat wasps and mosquitoes - keep moving about.
Planting is poetry; watering prose.
You don’t need to think, the job’s H20’s.
Be still for a while, be whisper, not shout.
Summer’s the time to dangle your hose.
The task is a matter of pauses and flows.
Some plants you can trust, some leave you in doubt.
Planting is poetry, watering prose.
Douse that magnolia you carefully chose.
Celebrate wins - cheer each small green sprout.
Summer’s the time to dangle your hose.
Planting is poetry; watering prose.
bw
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