Twas the Afternoon Before

Twas the afternoon before the storms rolled in and all through the garden 

not a plant was weed free and Mr. Yesteryear Acres was stirring

He jumped away from lunch and his plate fell with a clatter

"We must pull the weeds until the rain starts to splatter!"

Away to the garden we ran in a flash

with rakes, hoes, and a bag for the trash

We pulled and raked and pulled some more

until the weeds in the garden were no more

For the what to our wondering eyes should appear

a sunny rainless blue sky that was clear

Mr. Yesteryear Acres pulled the last weed with a twinkle in his eye

"Ahhh" he said with a wink, "even the weather knew better than to ruin the fun"

As I stood there and admired our work, I laughed and said "and thank goodness we hurried!"

I heard him exclaim ere we drove out of sight... "Stay away deer! No garden snacks tonight!"

Always,

Amelia