The first runner beans
look ready for harvesting.
Dinner tomorrow.

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I am back from my week away so will post about in next time! In the meantime I have been checking the garden.

Survival Mode

Up before times
to water the garden
before the day heats up.
Doors and windows wide open,
letting in the early morning cool
before closing up again,
drawing the curtains and blinds
against the heat - 
survival mode.

In the Garden

Sitting in the garden watching
the bees among the lavender,
a pigeon bathing in the pond.
The sun burns down 
from a cloudless sky.

Despite the cool breeze
it is far too hot for me.
I retreat indoors.


A succession of heavy showers
has refilled the water-butt.
Water for the garden when
the next dry spell come.

Spring Joys

Bumble bees busy in the rockery,
insects buzzing around the trees,
birds flitting from feeders to shrubs;
my garden is full of Spring joys.

Green Shoots

Walking around the garden
what do I see?
The trees may still be bare but:
green shoots of daffodils appear
and snowdrops show their first white tips.
Hope of Spring is near.

In Between

In between rain showers
I put on my welly boots
and work in the garden.

Small Hours

In the small hours
I sit in the cool of the garden
listening and watching.
The breeze in the trees 
whispers a lullaby
while in the shadows a hedgehog
bumbles about his business.

Bees in the Wilderness

How the bees
seem to love the wilderness
that is the bottom corner
of my garden.

How I am caught
between the need to tame,
let in the light and yet
not drive the bees away.

Somewhere between
I need to find a means
to satisfy me and still
please the bees.

If Only

only I
had green fingers,
then my garden would

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