Would you like a touch of randomness with your prompt today? Yes? Excellent. Here it is then: Ella's flower garden.
And here are some pictures that I took Sunday morning at Queen Elizabeth Park to help inspire you:
She would rise before the sun,
A smile dimpling her cheeks,
And she’d move about the house
Upon bunny-slippered feet.
The tea kettle on the stove
Whistled a familiar tune
While Ella prepared breakfast
And serenaded the moon.
Her mug of steaming green tea
Would join her in the garden,
Where she’d extract weeds with
A whispered, “Beg your pardon!”
The roses would turn her way,
Convinced her warmth was the sun,
While the daisies seemed to laugh
When her handiwork was done.
If rain should escape the clouds
Before Ella’s work was through,
She’d sit in the gazebo
And practice singing the blues.
But her heart wasn’t in it,
She knew the dark skies would pass;
So she’d survey her flowers
And think them nature’s stained glass.