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.
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