Hello from “for what it’s worth“. I’m Jeannie. I have been blogging about a year Seinfeld style…about everything, or was that about nothing? On my blog you will find that when I cook I usually look in the pantry and start pulling out ingredients until it looks like something delish then I photograph it and share it with you like a Chicken Salad Wrap. I habitually change furniture around, do over rooms and rearrange decorations. With years of creating things with minimal expense with my kids and now with their kids… like dollar store birdhouses. And I love taking photo’s so there are always pictures to accompany everything. Now that it’s spring deep in the heart of Texas, where I live, I’m sharing my thoughts and prose in the garden here. I hope you enjoy the poem and stop by my blog spot to let me know your thoughts. Spend some time looking around. I love virtual visitors!
Pardon me there’s no lunch made.
I thought I’d be out only a minute.
But there were birds singing in the trees,
A mother wren making a nest,
A squirrel stealing Osage oranges.
Winter is gone and weeds are popping up everywhere.
I’m sorry there was no lunch made.
I thought to pull a few weeds from between the stepping stones,
then a bramble of briers from the fence,
some decayed leaves from the flower beds.
I thought it would take just a few more minutes.
Then I imagined the chimes ringing in time to the bird songs,
mother bird telling her babies to stay quiet,
the squirrel shooing me along.
There was no lunch and it’s getting late.
But I will only be here a few more minutes,
I think. 
What is Osage Orange? Check here.
Check out today’s poem about Spring storms.
