Each day
Brings new signs
Of spring.
Spikes of bulbs,
Young foliage,
New buds
And early blooms
Gladden the heart
As evidence mounts.
Lengthening days
And Jack’s absence
Are boosting growth
And causing
Sap to rise.
Sap rises also
In the veins
Of gardeners,
Bringing the urge
To cut,
To prune,
To tidy,
To sow and plant,
Once again
Spend more time
Outside than in,
Get dirt
Under the nails
And feel the
Comforting ache
Of tasks well done.
Rambling in the Garden 
Denise > Delightful, Cathy! What a work well done – the rising sap must be running in your own arteries and stirring your brain poetic ramblings! Thank you!
Thanks Denise – it was a such a palpable feeling, and although I could just have written a post about it a poem seemed to capture the essence better
How did you know…all away across the pond…that the sap is rising in my garden…and in yours truly?
😀😀
I do love your poems!
Thanks Kris
Lovely poem, Cathy, full of joy and promise.
Thanks Kate; it’s that sort of feeling, a change in the garden, that seems to trigger a poem
Sap rising here – lots to do. Yippee! Great poem 🙂
Thank you – and enjoy your dirt under the nails!
Great … now I am out the door!
Lovely description Cathy, yes I gave a lot if dirt under the nails and aches and pains too but also that lovely tiredness that comes from hard physical work but satisfying too.
Thanks Christina – and for me it’s definitely clean(er) fingernails that are the giveaway in periods of non-gardening!
It’s so exciting and so good to be outside again. But what have I been doing all winter? I thought I’d have finished all those winter jobs.
Oh likewise here, Alison – for starters, I forgot pruning some of the fruit bushes…
Beautifully said Cathy 🙂
Thanks Jude
Another lovely poem Cathy. I love that idea of the sap rising in the gardener’s veins too! 🙂
It really feels as if it does, doesn’t it?
You captured this time of year perfectly. With our above normal temps and finally some sunshine my poor old body is asking for a respite and my nails need care. 😉
Thanks Lisa, sadly I am still engrosed in decorating, but I hope have a gardening break from it today…
Another fabulous poem Cathy which describes the garden’s and gardener’s waking up so succinctly. A most invigorating afternoon’s pottering here 🙂
Well done Anna. Just started papering in the bedroom now, so the end is in sight and I will allow myself outside again!
Spot on Cathy
Thank you Dorris
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