The small dog and the gardener…

The grass had grown, was far too long,
My mower wouldn’t cope.
What if I trimmed it down a bit?
That might work. I could hope.

I got the trimmer all set up,
The dog would not go in,
Just stood there with a lolling tongue
And all-too-knowing grin.

“As if,” she seemed to say to me,
“You’ll manage on your own.
You need to buy a herd of goats…
You seen how long it’s grown?”

She had a point, ‘cause what with work,
And frost and rain and dew,
I couldn’t cut it when I should
And it just grew and grew.

And I’d already cleaned the pond,
The car and washed the floor,
But that was someone else’s house…
So, home to tackle more.

I fired up and got to work,
The trimmer slicing grass,
There’s green stuff flying everywhere
With every sweep and pass.

I’ve got the knack, it’s working well
And looking neatly mown…
But after just a yard or two
My muscles start to groan.

The dog looks on, all smug now,
And she says, “I told you so.”
But now I’ve got a tonsured lawn…
The rest will have to go.

The trimmer is vibrating
And with every pass I make
My wrists are swelling nicely
And my back is one big ache.

I persevered and got it done
And stood back to admire.
I couldn’t lift a whisker now,
My hands are pretty dire.

By this time I can’t hold a cup,
I’m needing rehydrating,
And though I’ve switched the damned thing off
My bones are still vibrating.

The small dog saunters over,
Looks me right between the eyes,
“What do you think you’re playing at?”
It’s really no surprise…

“You’re getting old,” the small dog says,
“One day you’re going to heed me.”
She pee’d upon my lovely lawn.
“Now come on in and feed me.”

About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at scvincent.com and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email: findme@scvincent.com.
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78 Responses to The small dog and the gardener…

  1. barbtaub says:

    I kept hearing that the elderly were more at risk for coronavirus, but it was such a shock the day I realized: that’s me!

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  2. willowdot21 says:

    You’ll get no sympathy from the small dog. But you will get lots from me 💜.

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  3. The last picture is so questionable Lol

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  4. Ritu says:

    Oh, Sue, in feeling your aches and pains!

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  5. Darlene says:

    Trust Ani to tell it like it is! I hope you got some rest. xo

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  6. beth says:

    so funny, no mercy from ani!

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  7. Dale says:

    No rest for the wicked
    No pity from the wretched!

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  8. Sadje says:

    You should have listened to Ani! Stay safe Sue.

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  9. This is brilliant Sue…… and Maggie would have passed on her approval too!!

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  10. I have to wonder… How long did she let you rest before she brought you her ball to throw? I’m guessing not long. Anyway, I hope the sight of your nicely mowed lawn was worth it.

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  11. This is such a fun poem, Sue, but I hope you are recovered now. My mom also does things she shouldn’t do and gets aches and pains and sometimes worse.

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  12. Daniel Kemp says:

    Brilliant–love it 😛 😛 😛

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  13. Patty says:

    Reblogged this on Campbells World.

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  14. Wonderful! Dog’s know best… 🙂 xo

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  15. Reblogged this on Smorgasbord Blog Magazine and commented:
    These days it is always a good idea to go to bed with lovely words and images on your mind… to switch off the constant barrage of news and headlines and instead seek out the wisdom of a dog… specifically the very wise Ani who curates the activities of Sue Vincent…head over and be entertained and have your day brightened. thanks Sally

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  16. dgkaye says:

    Thank goodness for sweet Ani. I hear ya Sue. There are days. Just stay safe. ❤

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  17. Of course, the last stanza is my favorite!

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  18. Eliza Waters says:

    Ha, she has you pegged! 😉

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  19. petespringerauthor says:

    There’s nothing quite like that feeling when you’ve turned the darn thing off, and your hands are still vibrating like they’re still at work.😎

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  20. Darcy says:

    ‘Tis the season… for our lawn to grow so fast it’s laughing at us watching it grow. My sympathies. This is exactly why my chiropractor shakes his head when I walk in to his office. He doesn’t even have to ask what I did *this* time….

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  21. Widdershins says:

    Oh yes, I’m dreading the post-lawnmowing aches and pains that are scheduled to happen within the next few days … nice to see the small dog has her priorities straight though! 😀

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  22. Oh dear. Time to hire a neighborhood teenager. My husband and I talk about this a lot. And Barb’s meme cracked me up. That’s me. Lol.

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  23. Our yard has a lamp post and a stop sign in it. You can clearly tell dogs are fond of them by the grass quality nearby.

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  24. Jim Borden says:

    wonderful post, and one smart dog…

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  25. Jennie says:

    I’m only turning 70 next month…

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  26. noelleg44 says:

    Ani is so insightful! She’s probably wondering what cutting the grass will do for HER!
    Hugs and aspirin!.

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  27. We love your humor and are going to feature you in our next release “This Just In… Secret Pets.”

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