My neighbor works in her garden
Bent over many hours
Pulling weeds, fighting snails and slugs
It’s an all-day battle
One she knows will never end
But a small victory is better than none.
When I offer help she refuses
Ever so politely.
It is her mission to have a garden
One she likes to look over
To sit among her flowers
Reminisce and wonder what if.
It’s here her love goes most days.
Written for: http://www.adashofsunny.com/on-popular-demand-rest-is-the-sweet-sauce-of-labor-6/
Morpethroad 
Whistles!! This is absolutely stunning 😀 both in words and image. You have given a whole new meaning to the phrase “Rest is the sweet sauce of labor” ❤ for rest would be sublime only/if our constant hard work, labor and toil reap the fruits we desire. Beautifully penned 🙂
Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights Michael 🙂 and for your constant love and support ❤💜
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Thank you Sanaa, she does work hard on her garden, a wonderful reliever of stress.
Delicious writing Michael 🙂
Thank you Pat, lovely you could stop by.
my pleasure 🙂
Gardeners really love their garden as though they were their child to tend for. How beautiful this is.
Thank you Robin, appreciate you stopping by…
I wonder if we feel that way about all things we love–it feels great to pour love into them–This was beautifully said
Sometimes its the intensity of the love that dictates our responses at any given time. Thank you so much for stopping by.
Love is a place many people spend in the garden. My grandparents had a huge one on an acreage. At my old house, my parents had a big garden to, which we of course pulled weeds in. I like this tiny portrait of your neighbour and a, thankful, we never had slugs to deal with. They are gross and in some places, huge!
labor of love is restful indeed, so beautifully expressed…
Thank you Sumana….
The passion and pride of having one’s efforts to be seen one may not want to have the glory shared with others. A natural tendency perhaps! A labor of love!
Hank
Thank you Hank appreciate you stopping by.
I love the title and the gentle understanding of her ‘work’ – sometimes we need a purpose to keep going..and i sense that here..thankfully
Your neighbor and I must be soul-siblings. I don’t have a big garden, but it is my happy place, the spot where my mind can wonder freely and my dreams can grow happily. Gardens are pure magic. 🙂
They certainly are Magaly…….happy weeding to you….lol
🙂
The last line is just sublime…
Thank you Freya, sometimes the lines come out right don’t they…
Pingback: sweet rest | adarkenedhouse
Beautiful acknowledgement of your neighbours determination…there is something about “taming” Nature that is incredibly fulfilling, even though we gardeners know the true futility of that dream 😀 XXX
Thank you Georgina. As futile as it all is we all pursue it with a passion….I think for those few moments when we think we have actually won.