THE GLORY OF THE GARDEN a poem by Rudyard Kipling.

and what is a garden without the sssnake?

THE GLORY OF THE GARDEN. :flowerpale:

Our England is a garden that is full of stately views,
Of borders, beds and shrubberies and lawns and avenues,
With statues on the terraces and peacocks strutting by;
But the Glory of the Garden lies in more than meets the eye.


For where the old thick laurels grow, along the thin red wall,
You will find the tool- and potting-sheds which are the heart of all ;
The cold-frames and the hot-houses, the dungpits and the tanks.
The rollers, carts and drain-pipes, with the barrows and the planks. :flo26:


And there you'll see the gardeners, the men and 'prentice boys
Told off to do as they are bid and do it without noise;
For, except when seeds are planted and we shout to scare the birds,
The Glory of the Garden it abideth not in words.



And some can pot begonias and some can bud a rose,
And some are hardly fit to trust with anything that grows;
But they can roll and trim the lawns and sift the sand and loam,
For the Glory of the Garden occupieth all who come. :humm2:


:bluex: Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made
By singing:--"Oh, how beautiful!" and sitting in the shade,
While better men than we go out and start their working lives
At grubbing weeds from gravel-paths with broken dinner-knives



There's not a pair of legs so thin, there's not a head so thick,
There's not a hand so weak and white, nor yet a heart so sick.
But it can find some needful job that's crying to be done,
For the Glory of the Garden glorifieth every one.


:blueflower: Then seek your job with thankfulness and work till further orders,
If it's only netting strawberries or killing slugs on borders;
And when your back stops aching and your hands begin to harden,
You will find yourself a partner in the Glory of the Garden.



:bua1: Oh, Adam was a gardener, and God who made him sees
That half a proper gardener's work is done upon his knees,
So when your work is finished, you can wash your hand and pray
For the Glory of the Garden, that it may not pass away!
And the Glory of the Garden it shall never pass away!:humm2:




By: Rudyard Kipling

Last Edited by 9teen.47™ on 07/15/2010 03:35 PM

Until the ground hogs move in and eat all your plants down to the dirt and your left with nothing but a trip to pick up a .22 with scope.

My bane are gophers this year! Traps, poison, gassers, repellents...and still they keep coming!

Ours where ducks. The first year (my mums house) it was a new roof, fix chimney and install new fireplace. Then a new conservatory. So there was no time to do anything hardly except mow the lawn.

Rather foolishly in retrospect she allowed a duck to bring up 6 chicks, and of course this year it came back with it's mate. So we half drained the pond, then the pump broke. So I made an 8 ft x 4 ft island from some pallets held just above the water line with breeze/cinder blocks and bricks.

But they still came back and used the much reduced amount of surface area. So in the end I had to use canes and 4" nylon netting, which works. But it was all a lot of trouble.

Hm I think we call them moles over here in the UK. I've never had a problem with them.

th e glory of the garden..the planting of the LORD

Ah lots of work coming up for the next few days. I was fortunate enough to find 10 really nice blackberry, raspberry, gooseberry and some other bushes at this late time of the year. So I'm off to me mums tomorrow for 3 or 4 days.

Hiya 1009748, glad you like it.

Whew! Pretty much non stop since Friday. 3 blackberry, 3 raspberry, 2 red gooseberry, 1 redcurrant, 1 blackcurrant all in. Low brick wall for another little veggie plot completed and planted with 1 transplanted strawberry that was being smothered by the tomatoes in it's previous position. courgettes, carrots, a bell pepper and spring onions.

Today transplant 2 really nice ornamental trees that have outgrown their pots, put in 2 rosebushes, and a zillion little jobs.

Last Edited by 9teen.47™ on 06/28/2010 10:50 PM

Those insects were really cool.

I love that poem, never read it before. Thank you for introducing it to me.

I like danny deever better