I typed up my poem, East Wall Sweet Peas, and included it below. I put video between the stanzas. My back has been bad so I have mostly been at home. Making dinner is enough of an adventure these days. Waterton will still be there when I recover.
East Wall Sweet Peas
I caught a fragrance as I went
along beside my peat bale row.
And it’s a fragrance that I know –
my sun-kissed east wall Sweet Pea scent.
The east wall’s where my Sweet Peas grow.
That wall is sunny – perfect for
my Sweet Peas. Every day there’s more.
They’re fragrant and put on a show.
My Sweet Peas pull me out the door
in morning sun when weather’s nice.
Their type is tried and true: Old Spice.
They’re common but they’re not a bore.
Their high success rate should entice
new gardeners and the very old,
since once you grow them once, you’re sold.
Old Spice is always worth the price.
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