What more of love may be said by this garden? 

God’s love and yours have made this minor heaven.

Fingers in earth, the miracle is hard won,

Bent back and trowel, with sunshine for the leaven.

Almost more grave than God, Time’s intervention

(Though in the end God’s tool) has split the seed

Has burst the bud, has seen your green intention,

And come to grace nature’s and Allie’s need.

Let’s make the most of time – a snail has mounted

High up a plant near to the topmost leaf – 

He knows nearest the sun the best are counted – 

Let you and I echo this gut-belief. 

We’ve come through years, love growing more, not less – 

Time is our friend – let’s use him to excess. 

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