Usually I write a little introduction to our monthly bloom day posts, pointing out what’s notable about the weather or my collegues’ photos. But yesterday, editor and frequent Bloom Day post contributor Lisa Hiley sent the following adaptation of “My Favorite Things” along, completely of her own accord. So, while I could go on about our profusion of lilies and the lack of rains, I think Lisa’s lyrical stylings say “July” best. What’s blooming where you are? — Emily Spiegelman, Digital Features Editor
A Few of My Favorite Gardening Things (with apologies to Rodgers and Hammerstein, and Julie Andrews, too)
Lyrics adapted by Lisa Hiley
Raindrops on roses And well-sharpened pruners; Gloves made of nitrile And lovely late bloomers; Robins and sparrows and others with wings — These are my favorite gardening things.
Cream colored peonies And jewel tones of chard; Shovels and trowels And mulch by the yard; Arranging cut flowers with color that sings — These are my favorite gardening things.
My big garden wagon that’s easy to pull, Forty-pound feed sacks that hold lots of clippings, Warm sunny summers that come after springs; These are my favorite gardening things.
When the yard calls, When the weeds grow, When everything gets too big, I simply collect all my favorite things And then I begin to dig!
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Michal Lumsden, Plainfield, Massachusetts
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