#1889-Time
02/10/2022
Autumn has arrived.
Cold, wet, windy days.
In our little homey garden,
The sun no longer shines.
She’s hiding behind clouds,
Whispering goodnight.
A few green tomatoes,
Were left wondering,
What to do.
So inside they came,
For warmth and time.
They’ll slowly ripen,
That’s for sure.
And we’ll still enjoy,
Remnants of our summer,
Until they are no more.
