The following poem came from the facebook page of Our Little Acre. The preface they gave was this:

Barbara Wise, who gardens in Tennessee, posted this on her blog today. She was passing it on from another blogger. There’s so much truth in this, that my husband could have written it. All except for the maid part. LOL

Artist: Dominice Cammerota; Title: Gardener in Wheelbarrow; Copyright: 1941 SEPS. All Rights Reserved.;My Wife the Gardener

~ Peter (poem found in old magazine)

She dug the plot on Monday –

the soil was rich and fine,

She forgot to thaw out dinner –

so we went out to dine…

She planted roses Tuesday –

she says they are a must,

They really are quite lovely

but she quite forgot to dust.

On Wednesday it was daisies –

they opened up with sun,

All whites and pinks and yellows –

but the laundry wasn’t done…

The poppies came on Thursday –

a bright and cherry red,

I guess she really was engrossed –

she never made the bed…

It was violets on Friday –

in colours she adores,

It never bothered her at all –

all crumbs upon the floors

I hired a maid on Saturday –

my week is now complete,

My wife can garden all she wants –

the house will still be neat!

It’s nearly lunchtime Sunday –

and I cannot find the maid,

Oh no! I don’t believe it!

She’s out there WITH THE SPADE