Garden February #earlycolour #poetry

Still, despite Storm Caira and a fair old dousing of rain we have many shooting hints of the colour to come. Primulas and primroses, hellebores and budding roses, the signs are all there. Buds and breaking bulbs. Magnolias are nearly out, the daffs already showing alongside the crocus and snowdrops. It makes you wonder…

Or maybe it drives you to poetry…

I dug out a scarf this weekend to fend off the cold,

Zebra striped and smelling of history,

Almost made redundant by melting ice caps and plastic gyres.

February left in a sulk some years ago

Taking Frosty and Snowball on an endless vacation,

Saying you’ll miss me.

I don’t remember trying to stop him. I

Liked the newly coloured garden.

I still called the daffs and tulips ‘early’

But now I wonder if they understand time any more.

They just come when they want and sometimes don’t go,

Like Uncle Thingy at New Year drinks

Who sat on the carpet and moaned about the future.

If the clematis and roses don’t ever stop, there’s

No past and no future,

Just a continuous now.

No seasons to enjoy, no future to moan about.

If we can’t see the end and don’t know the beginning, how can we know

Where we are?

Endless, we just let them slip away, lost in repetition,

Same old same new.

Maybe Uncle Thingy was a sage, not the bane that mum called him.

I wrapped the scarf twice round my neck to keep the wind off. Small pleasures

Taken while I remember how.

What do you think Dog?

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published four books - Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle, My Father and Other Liars, Salisbury Square and Buster & Moo. In addition I have published three anthologies of short stories and a memoir of my mother. More will appear soon. I will try and continue to blog regularly at about whatever takes my fancy. I hope it does yours too. 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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34 Responses to Garden February #earlycolour #poetry

  1. That’s your *February* garden?!?!? 😮

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  2. Looks like spring is a happening thing.

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  3. V.M.Sang says:

    Well, as my husband said, It’s no so much Climate Change as Seasons Change. We’re getting March winds and April showers in February. Plus all the flowers coming out.

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  4. Progressing splendidly. Good luck with Dennis

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  5. Ritu says:

    Some beautiful early blossoms, His Geoffleship!

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  6. Erika says:

    Unbelievable, Geoff! Beautiful yet scary!

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  7. Looks lovely Geoff and much further along than we are.. I am surprised half our bulbs are not waterlogged after the amount of rain we have had.

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  8. willowdot21 says:

    Garden, Dog, your poetry = perfect post 💜

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  9. This really is rather an interesting poem, Geoff. Food for thought. The garden pictures are terrific.

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  10. Elizabeth says:

    Your yard seems to be filled with a color unfamiliar to me. I think it is called “green.’ I am not certain since it is so long since I have had the chance to use the word.

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  11. 👏👏 Not bad. The flowers are lovely, too!

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  12. A very apt poem Geoff. Where have all the seasons gone? Far, far away…

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  13. Jennie says:

    So beautiful, Geoff. Keep those garden photo posts coming!

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