My Rainy Day Rhyme

I spy the baker, whose mixer is broke,

and Baker's washline: aprons, soaked.

I spy a cold frame with a wire cover,

and I spy Sunflower, Amaranth's lover.

Up high, I spy Simon - an alley cat, but not a fighter.

Photo by Michael Poster

And here in my salad, I spy two tiny spiders.

My July

Bronze fennel tentacles

Lilium 'Conca d'Or'

Crimson gala apple

Hemerocallis 'Hot Toddy'

Dianthus 'Chianti'