WHEN RING THE BELLS
Lightly fall the Rains
On Heads bowed down in Grace,
And now the Summer Sun
Dries each upturned Face.
The Distant Bells are sparkling
And sweeten Lilac air;
Bright Rainbows flowing with the Wind-
The Congregation stares.
Daisies, Bluebells, joined in Prayer
One Summer's windswept Day,
Knowing God and all his Blessings,
While with the Wind they Sway.
flourishing. I find they grow best in a soil amended with chicken manure and Neptune's Crab meal - Stinky but true. I am hopeful the heirloom seeds I planted will yield a good crop of beautiful pumpkins for the fall.