A Few images from the Garden this month; it has been rather splendid…





And last year in March?

As seeing as today is Mother’s Day in the UK, let me finish with a poem of my father’s. He wrote a poem to my mother, every year, on her birthday. Many were about her happiest place: her garden and they often began with ‘Barbara has gone into the garden again. This one is from 21st October 1992..
Barbara’s gone into the garden again
Like she has done so often before
I know I’m not wrong ‘cos her anorak’s gone
And her slippers are by the back-door.
*
I knew when we woke on this cool autumn day
With hardly a cloud in the sky
And the whole world sun-kissed, that she’d never resist
And would soon wave dull housework goodbye.
*
Look thro’ the French windows – see, there she is now
With her barrow loaded with tools
Where the October sun glows on a climbing pink rose
And late daisies still glimmer like jewels.
*
A robin is watching her every move
And now hungrily, hopefully lingers
And she kneels, trowel in hand, where bright dahlias stand
Untouched, as yet, by frosty fingers.
*
She makes things grow where none grew before
(Unlike me, her failures are few)
For the plants that she tends she loves like old friends
And, like us, I think they love her, too.
*
Barbara’s gone into the garden again
And there she will busily stay
‘Midst her flowers and shrubs and plant pots and tubs
And be happy the livelong day.
*
And when, all too soon, winter takes bitter hold
And lowering skies threaten snow
While we shiver and whinge and by fireside cringe
We all know where Barbara will go!!
Happy Mother’s Day to all the Mum’s out there and I hope they can enjoy a few moments of peace in whatever is their happiest place.
Beautiful!
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Looking splendid, indeed, Geoff.
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It is, I’m very lucky
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I think there’s more than luck involved – a lot of hard graft as well.
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Amazing photo’s and I love the poem by your father.
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Thanks Susan. He knew what he was doing..
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OMG, your garden looks amazing! Your mum would be proud. Another wonderful poem by your father. Thanks!!
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My mum would love it here, with the colour and everything bursting for it’s turn. Thank you so much Darlene
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What a lovely garden you have!
I liked your dad’s poem, too. It’s so descriptive.
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He had a real way with the poem! And thank you, the garden is great just now
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What a wonderful collection of photographs Geoff. I especially love your magnolia. Your Dad’s poem is a gem.
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Thanks Bridget, it’s very much the sort of thing he did a lot. I wish I had his eye for a turn of verse… And the winter has been good to us here in London hence the colour right now…
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Show off.
And, where be your own poem about the garden?
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This is all beautiful!
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Thank you Leara!
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Brilliant pictures, GEoff, you must have used up half of your media allowance. Your poem is beautiful.
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I hadn’t thought about that!
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I love your garden, Geoff! Nature’s beauty shouts out from every nook and cranny.
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it is rather good juts now… lucked out wit the winter this year
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Beautiful photos, Dog and my favourite poem from your dad. What can I say.
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aw nice!!
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Well it is a lovely post 💜
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Always love to see your garden and read a poem by your dad.
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thanks Pauline; yes that is true, it’s lovely
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The garden certainly looks like a labour of love by you both. Dog doesn’t seem that impressed with the person taking yet another photo of him. Good to see him surveying your work. I gather he gave it a thumbs up?
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he did but those long sighs and lost looks reveal an unwalked canine… he’s good at dumping guilt on me…
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They do become quite child like 🙂
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Wonderful pics and a touching poem. Lovely stuff. And you live in a mansion. It looks beautiful.
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well it’s a biggish house that we do our best to fill with family ne’er do wells!!
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What a beautiful garden. And that lawn! Goodness. And that poem–perfectly captures a gardener.
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Thank you…. the lawn is doing rather well… well, most of it, sort of in profile rather than front on!
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A beautiful garden splendidly photographed; and a lovely poem
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Coming from the expert that is s very kind (and dad would be glad of the compliment)
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🙂
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I didn’t realize that poem writing was in your genes. I have heard of spring, and I am glad to know that somewhere in the world someone is experiencing it.
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Spring will be along shortly; she’s been giving autumn counselling. And yes, Dad was the expert..
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Actually saw some snowdrops and crocus just now.
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there, it can be done!
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Beautiful photos … delightful poem. 😀
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