The day after the stormiest night I can remember

There’s some blue in the sky
There’s some warmth in the sun
The apples look swollen
The figs do look fun
The Bay has shot up
The rhubarb leaves green
Like collecting plates
That truly have been
The grapes many bunches
Sweet as can be
At this tiny stage the whole bunchSo tasty
The Blenheim Orange clung on for dear life
As the gale raged above
Adding surely to strife

Tentatively I climbed up the brick paving steps
My cat by my side
Amazingly she
Assures me if I fall
She will collect
The pieces apparently
Off of the wall

It’s spotting a bit
No rainbow in sight
That storm was gigantic
No teacup tonight
The sage so prolific
Granny Smiths tree
Emboldened and bending
Hoping uniquely

The garden glows wildness
Spiders abound
Inside the cloche
A bit off the ground
Clearly her silks were tested last Eve
It’s amazing what these tiny souls
Do achieve