Saturday, June 25, 2022

settled - haiku


settled between stone
Campanula grows,
my heart leaves it be

Thursday, June 23, 2022


Orb circles on Ponds still water

there is no breeze, nor wind

to guide it, just an energy.

I ponder if this is a sign,

one of many recently encountered,

a circle of my past life reconnecting.

A month past I was contacted

for my restoration knowledge

of an historic garden I once tended.

Two weeks past attending a concert,

the Festival Director’s eyes twinkled,

an old cohort, we shared fond memories.

This day watching the circling Orb

I wonder what else from my past

will appear with reminders of happiness.

Sunday, June 19, 2022

Sunbeams in the Garden

 Marjorie said “a gardener paints with plants”. How true she is.

My forte planting the garden is with light. The garden is bordered east and south with Maple, Ash, Walnut and Acacia providing shade and coolness. As these mature trees age they thin, shedding their limbs and shelter of leaves. While this loss saddens me it also allows spotlights of sunbeams to highlight areas.

Early morning captures Aquila in its ethereal bloom. A soft whiteness soon fades to the gentleness of pink casting light to the garden at sunrise.

Mid afternoon Goats-beard shimmers between Maple and Walnut, back dropped by Ruby Red Weiglea. It is a wonderful combination of Canadian colours.

Late afternoon captures the Japanese Painted Fern in its glory. O the purple and silver green are resplendent in the sunshine. Their colours always surprise me when sun highlights.

As sun sets Hosta’s of varieties I’ve long forgotten smile rimming the Pond glowing in the setting sun. Their presence high lights the border for the night wanderer. 

Friday, June 17, 2022

silence - haiku

 the Pond is silent,

there are no frog lullaby's,

my forsaken peace

Friday, June 10, 2022

Rain descends

Flash back to 1965,

rain descends at nightfall.

I am sitting in the old maple

savouring each drop.

Flash forward to 2022,

rain descends at nightfall.

I am sitting in the garden

savouring each drop.

Mum’s voice calling me in

remains in my memory.