see where i've been a vibrant garden, it all stands still this coloured scene. hurtle through the sky, some summer day five hundred miles per hour, so they say. a garden has some mystery, a latent threat, a body buried somewhere, no regrets. a virus, all invisible has murdered peace of mind. estranging friend from friend, who could not stand comfortably close, to share those all important confidences social creatures mad monkeys in a riot, how can the centre hold, it's never quiet. see where i've been a vibrant garden, it all stands still this coloured scene.
Fallen Gate some time ago, somebody left it open. a fallen gate, half rotten in a desert place... half-standing half-fallen, covered now, with old green moss it speaks of long ago and sad decay, of time long past or was it yesterday. some time ago, somebody left it open. a fallen gate, half rotten in a desert place...
Rosemary almost december, i dug, as she said. take up the rosemary, out of the bed. i dug as directed, she knows what she wants dug up the herbs, put them in pots. winter, you see will be coming by soon, and cold will get nasty, far beyond gruesome. but her herbs in a pot and under our lights, should live all the winter and into the spring.
Kalanchoe bunches of tiny white dreams: flowers, bundled like tiny bouquets, they come from far away, across a world. (we never saw them disembark the plane.) they say the dream business will not be the same. we cannot fly, the virus clipped our wings. sunny destinations live only in our dreams. nothing is certain, everything has changed. our world was such a wonder, but now that's rearranged.
Kalamalka Lake 2020g ponderosa pine trees give a bit of shade. green water, interesting to look at. a vision so beautiful, words alone are not enough. hot summers are wonders, despite the heat. cool green waters cool a roasted passerby. fine just to be there, almost if you listen, to such silence you might find, a special place. and recognise a spooky stirring deep inside.
october was no surprise. see it happen! like last time as i passed, goat on a grassy roof, we were more than a bit surprised. no tears needed rain is predicted, time passes so slowly, unnoticed. october's gone; december's around an icy corner. it goes right by: a peapod boat in a trickle of a stream. time.time.time
Dreams and Nightmares eyes locked shut, morning comes much too soon. stories have played on screens, inside of slammed shut eyelids. video playing, so different from a photograph! you can look again and again, seeing previously missed detail. colours are so beautiful, you say, and i wonder. which colours do you see, i cannot expect to truly understand. i see my colours and i know i can trust that you will see your own dreams and nightmares, your own way, your own colours maybe. monochrome: so different. special in its way. dramatic sometimes, in simplicity.
Golden Rose Heart so beautiful, her colours swirl, like a whirlpool of beautiful colours, which can reveal so much beauty, in a world that needs so much. so, when my memories fade, i'll be happy to have seen her golden rose heart.
something interesting passes by, way across the lawn. we are alert. we cannot anticipate everything. good hunter, tough on mice, from the shed. dug up lots of healthy vegetables, that grew in the garden. brought them into the house, black earth falling onto creamy white carpet...
Virgin Island this was a virgin island, rising from the caribbean sea, people on the mountain sides much like you and me. we saw a ship there, floating by the pier. the food ship's in our captain said, and strawberries! he cheered. we went up near the mountaintops. the weather turned so bad, so quickly. we almost felt the mountains quake. we carried on. there were, after all, other adventures.