~* The Garden Year *~

January brings the snow,
Makes our feet and fingers glow.

February brings the rain,
Thaws the frozen lake again.

March brings breezes, loud and shrill,
To stir the dancing daffodil.

April brings the primrose sweet,
Scatters daisies at our feet.

May brings flocks of pretty lambs
Skipping by their fleecy dams.

June brings tulips, lilies, roses,
Fills the children’s hands with posies.

July brings cooling showers,
Apricots, and gillyflowers.

August brings the sheaves of corn,
Then the harvest home is borne.

September Warm brings the fruit;
Sportsmen then begin to shoot.

October Fresh brings the pheasant;
Then to gather nuts is pleasant.

November Dull brings the blast;
Then the leaves are whirling fast.

December Chill brings the sleet,
Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.

Author: Sara Coleridge