Gardening poem for Christmas...have a read it is fun. Merry Christmas to you all.

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      It is 32F(0C) at 3:00 PM, we had snow all morning and looks like 1” of white stuff.  That is our high for today.  Low tonight of 16F ( -9C) .  Looks like Friday and Saturday will be colder with temperatures for highs in the 20’sF ( C-7).  BUT looking at Christmas week.  It will warm up to high of 41F( 5C). Awesome for those traveling for Christmas.  Now looking at our Australia family they will have warming up temperatures as on Christmas 95F( 35C)  and then cooler down to the 70’sF( 21C).   Stay safe, stay warm, or stay cool. 

I have been looking at what to share today, and I found this poem that is kind of cute in the Christmas spirit and gardening.
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A special Christmas poem for the Pacific Northwest gardener in your life By Marianne Binetti Contributing writer
 This Christmas garden poem was written for this column more than 30 years ago. It is still the most requested encore of any column I have written and, as a gift to my readers, I grant copywrite permission for it to be downloaded and used from my website at www.binettigarden.com.
 T’was the week before Christmas, and all through the yard, not a gift was given, not even a card.
The tools were all hung in the carport with care, with hopes that St. Nicholas soon would repair, The shovel with blade all rusty and cracked, the pitchfork still shiny, but handle it lacked.
When out on my lawn, (it’s brown and abused) I could see poor old Santa, looking confused. No list had been left for Santa to see, no gardening gifts were under the tree.
 But wait, there’s still time, it’s not Christmas yet, and gardening gifts are the quickest to get. You can forget the silk tie, the fluffy new sweater, give something to make the garden grow better.
 If she wants a gift shiny, then don’t be a fool, it’s not a dumb diamond, but a sparkling new tool. If fragrance is listed, you can forget French perfume, it’s a pile of manure that’ll make gardeners swoon.
Give night crawlers, not nightgowns, the type of hose that gives water. (Anything for the kitchen is not worth the bother.) Give a great gift that digs in the dirt, it’s better than any designer-brand shirt.
Now look quick at Santa, this guy’s not so dumb, under his glove, he hides a green thumb. His knees are so dirty, his back how it aches, his boots stomp on slugs, (he gives them no breaks).
The guy only works winter, you can surely see why, The rest of the year it’s a gardening high. Elves plant in the spring, pull weeds merrily all summer, in fall they all harvest, but winter’s a bummer.
And so Christmas gives Santa a part-time employment, ‘Till spring when blooms are his real life enjoyment. So ask the big guy for garden gifts this year, seeds, plants and tools, Santa holds them all dear.
 You see malls may be crowded, vendors hawking their ware, but visit a nursery, stress-free shopping is there. Now Santa’s flown off, to the nursery he goes, and his voice fills the night with loud Hoe! Hoe! Hoe! Hoes! Merry Christmas from us at Becky’s Greenhouse, Dougherty

Till next time, this is Becky Litterer, Becky’s Greenhouse, Dougherty Iowa [email protected]  641-794-3337   cell 641-903-9365
Takenfrom  https://www.theolympian.com/living/home-garden/article297011724.html#storylink=cpy