Meet the Milkshakes. Hope you enjoy reading. With all the warmer weather, soon be time to start clearing the garden. We’ve got some hyacinth bulbs beginning to flower, they smell wonderful. I’ve grown some in compost in bowls, and tried some in a plastic cup of water; experimenting to see which come out best. At the moment, it’s the ones in water that are almost flowering. Those are indoors though, so they’ve got a warmer spot on the front windowsill.
Here’s my poem for Springtime.
Springtime.
The best time to sell your house they say,
So I’ll de-clutter some junk, and then feng shui.
Chuck out old trainers piled in the hall,
Paint magnolia wall to wall.
Brush down cobwebs, shake the mats.
Hide my knitting, hobbies and crafts.
Place personal photos safe in a draw,
Turf out the mower and cut the lawn.
Tulips planted in tubs down the path,
Clear out the shed then fill the bird bath.
Prepare the greenhouse for plants and seeds.
Brushing the yard is all that it needs.
Clean the front window, enjoy the scene
Woodland trees sprouting green.
Seagulls circling piercing squeals,
A Farmer’s tractor ploughing the field.
If I viewed this house I wouldn’t think twice,
But something’s wrong, it doesn’t seem right.
Family photos look best on the wall,
Trainers are handy when kept in the hall.
Coffee bubbling fresh in the pot,
Chocolate cakes steaming hot.
Spring-cleanings done for another year,
I won’t be moving; my home is here.
Susan Jones - Writer 
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