My allotment is
looking good despite neglect,
perhaps less work works.
by Scooj
Tag: Garden
Normal service resumed
.
Allotment neglect
mind on other things lately;
afternoon well spent.
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by Scooj
Thursday doors
Door 28
About 18 months ago I was on a secondment with my work, and spent two days a week in Westminster. This gave me the opportunity to reacquaint myself with parts of London as a visitor, rather than as a Londoner, which I am originally, having been brought up in North London. I left in my twenties, lived in different parts of the country and abroad and have been settled in Bristol now for about 26 years or so.
The great thing about seeing things through a visitor’s eyes is that nothing is ignored or taken for granted, every small detail examined and logged. It is so easy to miss that with which you are most familiar.
So…to the door. This door is in the wall surrounding Westminster Abbey garden, a door which most people simply walk past. For me it is not the wood or hinges, or even the sombre utilitarian sign that holds the interest, but it is the surrounding doorway, the mix of stonework and the way it is keyed into the wall itself that I am attracted to. Of course, there is also the mystery…What lies beyond? Who goes there? How can you get in?
A top secret garden.
by Scooj
More doors at: Thursday Doors – Norm 2.0
Magnolia
The fattening buds
filled with the promise of Spring;
not much longer now.
by Scooj
Parched
Long dry Summer days
sucking moisture from the earth;
new cracks in the lawn.
by Scooj
Day lily
For one day only
sumptuous magnificence;
blink and you’ll miss it.
by Scooj
Natural dispassion
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Blackbird alarm calls,
too late my intervention
the damage is done.
by Scooj
Birdsong
Sweetest pair of wrens
disproportionate voices
lightening my heart.
by Scooj
Growth
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I’m in the greenhouse
That’s where you’ll find me, growing
As a human bean.
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by Scooj
* With apologies.
(why I don’t like) Ivy
Its relentless surge
strangling dispassionately
all it encounters
and the berries, destined to
paint my car in pigeon poop.
by Scooj
- I was going to leave this as a haiku, but had so much more to say, and the rage in me added the two extra lines to make the tanka. The first version used a different word to poop, but I moderated it a little. Feel free to use the original word if it makes it more impactful.
Natural adventures 