A.G.E's Joint

Let's start over The Question didn't work Tuesday afternoon Wasn't In Flagrante Delicto Wasn't the passion of the soul But the Calladum arragnement was. 

Snip. Snip. Cut branch sticking to the glove. It doesn't matter Wherever she goes The roses Will shine under  The celestial night.  In 1961, my parents moved into what would be the largest home they ever owned. Slightly under an acre with a downsloped lot, the house had been vacant since it was constructed two years prior. And it was the lot that had scared everyone away. My mother thought it was a challenge. In the seven years we lived there, a group of pine trees were surrounded by rose and azalea bushes. To this day, the basic design is still there, although the subsequent owners added a pool and other hardscapes. It's a tribute to my mother's imagination. 

 Wife to work- Check Suet for the birds bought-Check Checked in with my 95 year old Mother in Law for Mother's Day-Check See the Niece who lives out of town-Check Plants planted-Check Yard cut-Only the back. I ran out of time. And they call this retirement. 

  I won't be told Where I can go And Can not go.  Tail lights Shimmer the horizon Breath grows short Sightlines dim As I approach the gate Sign points to parking left It is the last ride.