Day 21 – GardenThoughts

A table, chairs, pots and a pieris,
in spring glory of red leaves and white bell flowers,
all brought here from another life
in another place.

The fennel was here before me,
growing over my head each summer,
spreading its seedlings to the lawn and the path.
They die if I try to move them,
but the lavender, rosemary, artemisia,
all came here as cuttings
from that other garden.

I watch Miko, watching the bees,
as they visit the wallflowers.
Through instinct, experience, or laziness,
she leaves them in peace,
and folding her ears against the sea wind,
which rattles the fence against its posts,
she slips between the bluebells like a shadow,
looking for shelter.

The magpies have fledged,
the tree is quiet, but two perch,
dapper in their white and midnight blue,
on a distant chimney.
The small birds are safer,
but I miss their racket.

Linda Rushby 21 April 2020