Alice Munns is up early,
She’s out in her garden
Tending to the many plants, she fosters.
Each is known to her,
She chats away to them
Encouraging, singing at times.
Alice Munns is proud of her garden
Her blooms are the talk of the street
She turns the soil with love and care
Her garden makes her feel fulfilled.
Alice Munns pulls away a weed and scolds
“Know your place,” she says
Discarding it to the compost.
Standing back, she surveys the scene
Sighs as she knows as everything
Is as it should be.
Alice Munns loves her garden, and her garden loves her.
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/06/18/photo-challenge-268/
Morpethroad 
Love the fairytale like feel of your poem.
Hi Sadje, thanks for stopping by.
My pleasure!
I think that repetition of name really makes it. And also the name has a botanical feel to it.
Thanks so much glad you said that 😀
🙂
I have 2 black thumbs plants enter alive and die soon after. I feel guilty every time I buy or receive one! I am happy to hear that Alice has 2 green ones instead
My gardening days are over but I am thinking of getting a bright flower pot for the patio. High winds here and chilly weather don’t lend themselves to beautiful gardens.
It sounds like nature is certainly against you.
I might try one pot
I think everyone has come across an Alice Munns at some time or another.
They are precious are they not?
Oh yes.