Into The Garden

Posted on Jul 1, 2019 by TanGental

Every Year in October, my father wrote a poem to my mother on her birthday. Many were centred around one of their mutual passions, their garden. I like to think, if they could see our garden this year they might think ‘not bad’. June has been glorious and so, shamelessly here are a few more images to enjoy… oh and of course, Dad’s poem

On your special day, my love, the world is touched with brightness,

As the slow October sun, warm and drowsy as a child,

Floods the garden with rich golden light.

Along the tangled ancient hedge, bees quest and murmur in the ivy flowers,

And butterflies, with quivering wings, grow tipsy on the juice of tumbled apples,

Soft-decaying in the dappled orchard grass.

Late roses, petalled pink and red, beckon from the secret corners which are your delight,

While clematis, unscathed as yet by chilly nights, still clambers skywards,

Gleaming star-like through the shady shrubs.

So, nature smiles Her thanks to you today, remembering your gentleness, and loving care,

And I, who love you very much, smile too, but cannot speak,

Lest foolish tears betray a trembling heart.

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline. I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy. I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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37 Responses to Into The Garden

  1. Susan Zutautas says:
    Jul 1, 2019 at 1:59 pm

    Lovely, and such beautiful gardens!

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  2. Chelsea Owens says:
    Jul 1, 2019 at 2:16 pm

    ❤ Thanks for sharing.

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  3. John W. Howell says:
    Jul 1, 2019 at 3:18 pm

    A beautiful garden, Geoff.

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  4. Rosaliene Bacchus says:
    Jul 1, 2019 at 5:57 pm

    What a romantic, your father! He and your mother would most surely revel in your garden.

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  5. Ritu says:
    Jul 1, 2019 at 6:40 pm

    Ab fab! 💐🌸💮🏵🌹🌼🌻🌺🌷🥀

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  6. Erika Kind says:
    Jul 1, 2019 at 7:28 pm

    Your garden is such a treasure. And the beautiful poem of your father and the pictures go along so wonderfully. I agree, the June heat made the flowers grow and bloom in high-speed.

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  7. Rebecca Moon Ruark says:
    Jul 1, 2019 at 9:16 pm

    Wow–I see the apple didn’t fall–er, tumble–far from the tree! Lovely poem of your father’s, and just a gorgeous garden!

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  8. willowdot21 says:
    Jul 1, 2019 at 10:06 pm

    Your dad’s poem , your garden , perfect. Thank you Geoff🙂

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  9. Suzanne says:
    Jul 1, 2019 at 10:20 pm

    Not bad. What a romantic. I am trying to visualise my grandfather way back then in his usual black singlet, army surplus shorts and gumboots reciting poetry, nah not happening!! So, my big question is, did the romantic gene pass down to you?

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  10. derrickjknight says:
    Jul 2, 2019 at 10:39 am

    I don’t think any of this is too bad

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  11. Jennie says:
    Jul 2, 2019 at 12:54 pm

    Beautiful garden!

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  12. Norah says:
    Jul 3, 2019 at 12:50 pm

    Your garden is amazing, Geoff. It looks like a lot of work and a lot of love. Your Dad’s poem is a lovely gift.

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  13. George says:
    Jul 4, 2019 at 12:51 pm

    Not bad at all. Nice to see where you get your gift for words from too.

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  14. arlingwoman says:
    Jul 6, 2019 at 5:26 pm

    I like the idea of the poem on the birthday–Come away to the skies/My beloved arise/ and rejoice in the day thou wast born! You’re garden looks like something I’d have to buy tickets to get into. The flowers! The lawn is really amazing and looks as though someone rolls it…I imagine Dog enjoys it greatly, not just the humans.

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  15. Gary A Wilson says:
    Jul 7, 2019 at 11:25 pm

    Ah the problems folks could solve with decent weather, a large pot of good tea, plenty of time and this garden bench to think from.

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