My son found an old book of garden poems at a local thrift store and bought it for me. It's called "Green Fingers - a Present for a Good Gardener" by Reginald Arkell. There are some wee gems in it. Like this one:
Mummy's Garden
Mummy has a garden
That is all her very own;
She often goes to sit there
When she wants to be alone.
When she feels un-so-ciable,
She won't come out to play,
And if I try to peep at her
She makes me run away.
Mummy's little garden
Has an arbour and a seat.
Sometimes she lets me sit there
As a most es-pe-cial treat.
Nobody must talk to her
Until 'tis time for tea.
I wonder what she thinks about?
I wonder if it's me?
That is all her very own;
She often goes to sit there
When she wants to be alone.
When she feels un-so-ciable,
She won't come out to play,
And if I try to peep at her
She makes me run away.
Mummy's little garden
Has an arbour and a seat.
Sometimes she lets me sit there
As a most es-pe-cial treat.
Nobody must talk to her
Until 'tis time for tea.
I wonder what she thinks about?
I wonder if it's me?
My children aren't little any more, but I still remember how 15 mins of solitude surrounded by nature can do so much to restore a frazzled mother's peace and calm! In fact, that's still true, no matter how old the kids get - we all have THOSE days, kids or not! I'm so glad I have a garden - and yes, it has a seat (pictured above). :-)
Keep in mind that this book is from England, published in 1934. Approaches to child-rearing have of course changed since then. :-)
Keep in mind that this book is from England, published in 1934. Approaches to child-rearing have of course changed since then. :-)
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