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A row of jazzy underwear



Wafts gently in the breeze



Pegged to the clothes line



Strung between two trees.



A garden brolly provides



Shade from the evening sun,



Chickens scratch the earth



In their wire netting run.



 



The cockerel struts his stuff through



The chicks of this years hatch,



Beans and peas and potatoes



Grow  profusely in their patch.



Veggies for the table



All home grown



In what I've always wanted



A garden of my own.



 



Discarded children's toys



Are scattered on the green



But the kids are in bed



Quietly sleeping so not seen.



Blue Geraniums are covered



By wasps and bees and flys



Flitting to and fro for pollen



All sights restful to the eyes.



 



A summer Friday evening,



A whole weekend ahead



Stretched lazily in my lounger



In my hand a glass of red



Contemplating life, counting



All my blessings one by one



Hoping the rest is as good 



As as that already gone.



 



In my little country garden



Resting in the shade



My loved one by my side



I've really got it made.



Next week is round the corner



For now just living for the day,



This gentle summer breeze



Blowing all my cares away.



 



 



 



 




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Summer Friday Evening