The bluebells are blooming, it's that time of year
in the garden there under the tree
that gives shade from the sun
when their time has begun
for this lovely bright vision we see
I stole some summer's magic
kept it back a while to hold
to rekindle momentarily at least
these days when fades the gold
All too soon I'll be forgotten
as lacklustre my waste is laid
and the sun will stay hidden
til come the winters' fade
We've a bench out the front which will catch the last rays
of the sun as it sets in the west
and though the view we get there is not very good
the warmth of the sun is the best
So I'll sit there a while when the evenings draw in
and, north-facing, the garden's in shade
so pleased that we've kept our front garden bench
as with foresight best plans are made
Went into my garden
on a grey afternoon
and although it was warm
it felt rather gloom
But amongst the green brightly
I found there the white
of gladioli tall growing
and it was so bright
For it cheered my persona
and despite all the grey
its glorious wonder
really brightened my day
There's a rose in our garden
just by the front wall
which catches attention
to one and yes, all
as people will pause
to give it a smell
for its fragrance is lovely
as they can just tell
Gave the back garden
a bit of a trim
as it's amazing how quickly
the state it gets in
So the bushes out there
got a short back and sides
to give us more light
as each evening provides
Wildflowers in our garden
whilst not a meadow are
nonetheless quite lovely
if not spectacular
From little tiny daisies
to blue and purple there
with bright red in the background
there's little to compare
The garden's gone ballistic
over just the last few days
with branches full of colour
grown in lots of different ways
It's looking like a jungle
so we'll have to see to that
giving it a summer trim
with branches for the hack
Thought I'd missed the sunshine
but thank goodness there it was
the sunspot in the garden
in full sun still there because
although we are north-facing
the setting in the West
gives sunshine in the garden
until six o'clock at best
Mock Orange and the bumblebees
buzzing in the sun
spreading fragrance in the garden
now the summertime is come
The deepest blue of sky above
the wisp of clouds, the breeze
warm and gentle on my brow
and cool upon my knees
Took a picture of the yellow
in my garden as one does
'cos they are really lovely
so I snapped them there because
I thought they'd make a picture
to put up as a snap
so I was quite surprised
to find I'd caught a little chap
Bluebell the gorgeous
blooms into May
as the warmth of the sunshine
stays through each day
and in splendour and pride
its appears every year
from ancient woodland
still evident here
it grows in my garden
and brings pleasure to me
for colour so blue
here daily to see
Another garden, one in Brighton
at the tail end of the week
where we've come for Wagamama's
on order as we speak
Our youngest daughter's residence
below the railway line
on a mellow Friday evening
with the weather warm and fine
Goldfinch in my garden
hopping round about
looking for some nibbles
Spring is here. No doubt.
Grass needs a good cutting
but I’ll leave it for a bit
give it a chance to take good hold
not make too much of it
It’s hopeful seeing swathes of sun
in the garden daily here
even though it’s three weeks hence
til longer daytime cheer
It’s not until the end of March
that British Summer Time
gives us more daily sunlight
as we turn to warmer clime
A shaft of the sun
hit our north-facing garden
with a word just to say
for a beg of my pardon
A brief glimpse of promise
when the winter is over
and the sun is back out there
for days bathed in clover
The nasturtiums’ gone ballistic
even though the summer’s gone
as it’s reaching now to skyward
and its stems are very long
It’s spreading ‘cross the garden
showing no sign of demise
which with its splash of colour
at this time of year is wise
The door out to the garden
Is closed now every day
As it’s too chilly otherwise
I’m rather sad to say
Gone are the days of summer
When warmth allowed us to
Keep doors and windows open
To let warm breezes through
Sitting in the garden
in my favourite chair
in my favourite shirt from Greece
watching wildlife there
Little birds a flutter
tasting birdseed by my side
and other times a squirrel
have here I’ve often spied