March 3rd
facing into the sun
the sun on our faces
this is her view…
and this is mine
bitterly cold
blankets over our knees
we take in the delights of the garden
aurally, flute playing filters through the air
around our feet, shards of broken glass glisten
– the urge to sweep is strong!
at undetermined intervals we wander through the garden…
the sun on our faces
this is her view…
and this is mine
bitterly cold
blankets over our knees
we take in the delights of the garden
aurally, flute playing filters through the air
around our feet, shards of broken glass glisten
– the urge to sweep is strong!
at undetermined intervals we wander through the garden…
taking care not to step on the plants…
there are many reproductive structures in this brownfield garden
and
today
joy of joys
we discovered our first flower…
a coltsfoot (Tussilago farfara)
the ground is positively bursting forth with little purple sproutings
and buds about to unfurl
bitterly cold
back to our chairs
would that we could do some sketching – but fingers are numb and unwilling
to warm up - a flask of hot stuff and some cake…
sat here – like this – is the time when we notice how people notice us.
this ‘anyone’s garden’ is in an overlooked spot
on the corner of a road junction
not only that – there’s a public desire line thoroughfare through the garden
(of course this makes the garden a perfect spot for a respite)
because of its location we’re conspicuous to a number of; commuters, travellers, locals, and workers…
passengers on the top deck of a double-decker bus, in unison, do a double take…
police officers, patrolling in their police car, curiously peer
passengers wind down windows, stick their heads out, and gawp
some shout out to us – often inaudible due to the traffic hum
sometimes not so
“Are you alright? Is it a protest?
“No” I shout back “We’re just sitting here enjoying the garden”
we receive jolly waves
and partake in thumbs up gesturing and fragments of banter
“Why not” he retorted
“Enjoy it” they shouted
“Good on ya” he said
a second wander reveals more flowers blooming –
wavy bitter-cress (Cardamine flexuosa)
closer
this ‘anyone’s garden’ is in an overlooked spot
on the corner of a road junction
not only that – there’s a public desire line thoroughfare through the garden
(of course this makes the garden a perfect spot for a respite)
because of its location we’re conspicuous to a number of; commuters, travellers, locals, and workers…
passengers on the top deck of a double-decker bus, in unison, do a double take…
police officers, patrolling in their police car, curiously peer
passengers wind down windows, stick their heads out, and gawp
some shout out to us – often inaudible due to the traffic hum
sometimes not so
“Are you alright? Is it a protest?
“No” I shout back “We’re just sitting here enjoying the garden”
we receive jolly waves
and partake in thumbs up gesturing and fragments of banter
“Why not” he retorted
“Enjoy it” they shouted
“Good on ya” he said
a second wander reveals more flowers blooming –
wavy bitter-cress (Cardamine flexuosa)
closer
closer still
in the brownfield garden
the anyone’s garden
the observers garden
there’s visual intrigue all around
lying in wait of recognition
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