Poem

This is a beautiful poem I found while searching a gardening forum.

Springtime

Oh, spring came to my garden
And caught it unaware
Wearing just a few old leaves
And a dejected air.

But when spring left my garden,
Its work so deftly done,
Many, many Daffodils
Were dancing in the sun.
-Velma D. BATES.

If only I had daffodils dancing in the sun in my garden. The weather has been poor, making my gardening a laborious task.