| I suspect some of us may have spent at least part of Labor Day in a garden. Even as summer's bounty begins to diminish, there are fall crops to plant, end of season tasks to complete and, oh, yes, already the gleam of next year's goals are beginning to twinkle in certain eyes. I don't know how much of a gardener William was himself, but he had great respect for the dedication and accomplishments of his friend, Thomas Wilkinson, and he pays tribute to Thomas's "soil toil" into day's poem--talking not to Thomas, but to his shovel! The Emont, by the way, is a river. |
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