Prithee...into my garden, come!

A lovely, quiet weekend, with a lot of time spent in the garden.  My guess is Emily would have approved...

Some keep the Sabbath going to Church –

I keep it, staying at Home –

With a Bobolink for a Chorister –

And an Orchard, for a Dome –
 

Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice –

I, just wear my Wings –

And instead of tolling the Bell, for Church, 
Our little Sexton – sings. 

God preaches, a noted Clergyman –

And the sermon is never long,

So instead of getting to Heaven, at last –

I’m going, all along.

In the name of the bee
And of the butterfly
And of the breeze, amen! 

--from poems by Emily Dickinson