A guilty half hour
sitting still in the garden
-too much work beckons.
Fear of frost fading,
the greenhouse gradually empties
and the borders fill up.
Starved by winter,
senses now anticipate
summer's new roses.
June liberation!
greenhouse tender bedding plants
now risk the borders.
June's too early dawn,
waking guilty that the day's
already half gone.
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