The Twelve Days of Christmas

As it turns out, I won't be able to sing "The 12 Days of Christmas" at the Long Island Horticultural Society meeting on Sunday. Instead, I'll be watching my step-daughter receive her master's degree. I think her straight A's are extra impressive because she's only 52 years old. Anyway, I hope you attend the get-together at Planting Fields Arboretum and have a great time. The meeting starts at 1 p.m. and includes two lectures. The sing-a-long starts around 3 p.m. I'll be there in spirit.

And to get you ready here are my lyrics -- as tweaked by the society:

On the Twelfth day of Christmas my true love sent to me

Twelve baskets hanging

Eleven edgers edging

Ten chimes a-chiming

Nine sprinklers sprinkling

Eight rakes a-raking

Seven mowers mowing

Six weeders weeding

Five compost heaps

Four yards of mulch

Three sharp shears

Two bags of bulbs

And a poinsettia in a pear tree.