I step out in the garden,

And see the flowers there;

Tucked among the cabbages,

For there was room to spare.

So when I'm out there weeding,

It's not so much a chore.

To be among the beauties,

That I simply do adore!

Then I count my blessings.

While duty must be done.

And say a prayer for others.

It makes weeding much more fun!

L.S.B.