Sunshine pushes through, reaches and straggles as Geum,
Thorney king of spikes in purple, stake out their claim, nudging other plants to the point of smothering.
Peony, a beauty that is fleeting but spectacular all the same.
Little water feature, trickles and sparkles giving me the gentle music of movement.
Buddha sits under the hibiscus tree, he's seen all the seasons come and go, but you know Buddha, he just goes with the flow.
Zeus is beside him, dramatic, his stance strong, bringing some Greek influence among the throng of flowers and birds, who dance over the feeder.
A small English garden bringing so much life, however, weeds and ivy like to strain and strangle, its a battle never ending but worth it, as I connect to the Earth.
My garde has an effect of calm and well being, keeping me grounded and less rounded, although frequent tea breaks are a gardners reward.
Mr palm tree isn't as comfortable as he should be, I stroke his knife like leaves, coaxing him to stay, I tell him he's beautiful and can weather all storms, like me a bit jagged but still here, steadfast in his roots even though his spikes are a little battered.
Miss Olive stands with Mr and Mrs Bay Tree,
I'm not sure she approves of the green fairy lights I have woven through her branches but I love the way she throws them around in the wind, a landmark for people to find me.
Mr and Mrs Bay, you have been going for many years, I’m so sorry for the haircuts and the strangeness of your shape at times. You are so forgiving, you just keep coming back, with culinary leaves, a gift that keeps on giving.
So dear garden, with the many friends of bees, how grateful I am that I can tend you, how thankful I am that you have steadied me in my storms. I will carry on loving and talking to you and I know you whisper in the wind, I'm sure I can hear you, every now and again……
