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22c in the middle of May
salad leaves already
three inches high,
in neat rows, green and bronze
one of our territorial robins
cheeky little devil, jumps
on and off the bed between
my visits to the water butt
to see if anything is stirring,
the geraniums have gone
out to adorn the front wall too,
our old neighbour wryly poking
that we have declared summer
too early before May be out!
my wife swiftly retorting that
it’s the May blossom not the
number of days remaining
that the old saying refers to,
we’re here all this summer
as we missed the best of the
fruit and veg last year, away,
the house white Muscadet
is already in the cellar
and we’ve splashed out
on new chairs for the deck,
at last life begins to feel good
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© Graham R Sherwood 05/23
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