The Gardener's Morning

I came across this poem and thought it reminded me of our week! 

The Gardener's Morning

The robin's song at daybreak

Is a clarion call to me.Get up and get out in the garden,

For the morning hours flee.

I cannot resist the summons,

What earnest gardener could?

For the golden hours of morning

Get into the gardener's blood.

The magic spell is upon me,

I'm glad that I did not wait;

For life's at its best in the morning,

As you pass through the garden gate.