However, I'm panning for gold, and all dried up only means I may be getting to the good stuff any moment--though maybe not today.
Roses and mothers get along
there in the corner under the Redbud tree,
are thriving in the half shade.
They battle ants, bugs, and draught--
they do well with soapy dishwater,
or baby powder, they
cannot live well in the wild,
they must be tended, loved,
pruned for show,
they do better the more
blossoms they share.