South garden

I plant and tend the gardens at the post office. This is the south end. A bit haphazard as I forget what I do and where things are but folks tell me they love it.

Come out in the garden, children,
  Before the sun goes down,
While yet the purple glory
  Brightens the far-off town:
While yet the rosy vapor
  Bathes all the mountains round;
And list to the mystic music
  That rises from the ground.

Mrs. Julia C.R. Dorr