Spring finally arrived today and
I greeted my garden in the hobbit way –
Enjoying the cool of new grass as it grows,
Feeling soft earth under my toes,
Checking for bloodroot, maidenhair fern,
Wild ginger and bleeding heart in its turn,
Taking the time to uproot a weed,
Carefully, prayerfully, planting a seed.
‘Til at last my wandring path I did cease,
(my tender soles greatly disturbed my peace)
and limped home for my shoes – I simply forgot
That a hobbit’s feet I have not.