Tuesday, 20 August 2013

Gooseberries and cabbages

A week of sunshine, sandals, swallows swooping and singing from early morning til late at night.

A red tractor making green stripes in a yellow field. Drying hay, making the air sweet for miles around. Throwing turf, making fingernails brown and hands rough.

A cup of tea with a 93 year old Grand-uncle, sitting out in front of his house on top of the hill. He sent me home with 2 jars of gooseberry jam, courgettes, a head of cabbage and a bundle of rhubarb sticks from his garden. 

Monday, 19 August 2013

Evening in a Summer Garden

Wood pigeons cooing their lullabyes. Robins flying quietly home back into the trees. 
Sounds carry from a neighbour's nearby garden; glasses clinking and laughter. 
Above the wall, old-fashioned, full, pink roses seem to glow in the dim, dusky, half-light of a long Summer twilight.
 A wooden seat for dreaming and enjoying the night time vespers.