I need three weeks of winter
     Right here in July.
The projects on my workshop bench
     Are piled up to the sky.
There’s that wheel off of my planter,
     It made the final rounds.
But as I finished seeding beets,
     It made some awful sounds.

The sprayer hoses are swelled up
     And cracked from too much sun.
I knew some year they’d have to go,
     I guess this is the one.

Lawn mower blades to sharpen up,
     A weed eater out of string.
To look across my shop you’d think
     We had broken everything.

I mistakenly told my wife
     Of how I was behind.
Please understand that most times
     This is a gal quite kind.

I said, “I need some winter
     To clean this messy shop.”
Most times she will bite her tongue;
     This time she couldn’t stop.

She pointed out, “It looks the same
     All year from fall to fall.”
If winter brings more cleanliness,
     She just can’t tell at all.

“I know” she said, “It seems that life
     Is really moving fast.
But I see projects left from several
     Winters in the past.”

I know this winter I’ll clean up.
     On my list that’s near the top.
Or maybe what I really need
     Is a slightly bigger shop.
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