quite contrary

maybe the actual 

doing of it

doesn't 

fill me with

joy

but, ah...

the fruits of the labor

do have their

appeal

whether a perennial

 surprised

me by returning and thriving
through the winter

in a questionable environment

(chives in a Terracotta pot)

or the
satisfying exhale released

at having my vegetables

firmly planted
in the ground

the seeds and the starts

are 

"in"

...on or around...

Memorial Day Weekend

which is 

"the green-thumb rule"

in these parts

when the fun begins

and  I make my little
front yard garden

cute

not because I have to

but because I want to

an old piece of picket fencing

that was taken down

carefully
stored

until a new use
was discovered

at a spot
 I visit daily

to sprinkle and tend

to prune and harvest

or just come 

to watch

my garden

grow.