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Being half a world away prevents me from being there for you, my friend.

This is for you.

 

I want to be inside your heaven……

His tall figure walks between the roses and strolls down the path that he created. He stops as he brushes past the new bulbs that he lovingly planted that spring. Nothing misses his keen eye as he checks for growth and colour. A faint smile breaks across his face. Gentle eyes observe the heart shapes that grace the wall in between the creeper and the newly positioned ornaments. He leans in across the pool and swirls his fingers through the water.

“Gail, it is perfect for a swim!”

All my dreams are in your eyes…..

He makes his way back onto the veranda and settles into his favoured chair. A fluffy shadow settles at his feet and a comforting hand reassures with gentle strokes. The pages from the garden catalogue flip and his eyes narrow as he struggles to see in the fading light. He looks up and admires the lush pathway and relaxes, absorbing the tranquillity. Then back to the choice of plants that entice him from the colourful pages. Much thought and deliberation goes into each plant fortunate enough to find itself in this garden.

“What colours do you want this time? Is it pink or white?

The wrong becomes undone…..

Then there was the bit of wild garden that did not pass your test. They were reconsidered and replanted with much deliberation and attention to detail. The aim here was to make it right and to please the eye of the beholder. Heights were considered and the bed was examined from all angles. A friendly visitor might have been drawn into the discussion and all opinions were taken into account.

“Was it to be the lavender or roses that you wanted here?”

I want to be the earth that holds you…..

He hauled in plenty bags of compost. The Highveld soil was enriched with each turn of the spade in this black earth. The plants responded to the attention and rewarded all who would stand a while with a profusion of colour and fragrance.

 “Can I pick one for the table for you?”

A soothing wind…..

The setting sun drew coloured shadows across the pool. Thrush scurried as they made the most of the evening light.  The breeze was cool and there was comfort. He is with you in the garden he created.

The pathway beckons one to stay a while....

The pathway beckons one to stay a while….

 

 

 

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(This song was written by George while he was sitting in Eric Clapton’s garden after a very long English winter)

Cheers to spring!

 “Little darling, the smiles are returning to the Canadian faces. Here comes the sun. It feels like years since it has been here. Sun…sun here it comes…..”

Cottage Country is being opened up so that ‘gone fishing’ can become a weekend activity once more. Sport cars are relieved of their grey winter covers and skylights are slid open. Bikini’s are pulled from the back of cupboards and summer outfit shopping is in full force. The black and drab- grey garb of winter is pushed to one side. Pinks, yellows and even a touch of orange will soon be the prominent colours on the streets and the nautical and ‘preppy boy’ look is all the rage. Oh to just wear my white shorts again!

Spring fever has hit our street. We have all come out of hiding and I see new faces each day. The ‘snowbirds’ have returned from their escape down to Florida and are hurriedly catching up with ‘the opening up’ process. We scurry about and tend our gardens. We rake, trim, bundle and feed our urban sanctuaries. Local knowledge is shared over the garden fence and the best compost, topsoil and fertilizer is discussed. Garden catalogues are poured over with the brightly coloured flower selections. It is to be our first spring garden in the northern hemisphere and the lack of knowledge of the local flora and fauna is quite a challenge. Local gardening magazines are a great help as I scour the pages for plants that will survive zone 5 type weather.

I assure myself that the characteristics that are required for plants to survive in the African sun or the harsh Canadian winter are similar. They both require the resilience to survive in harsh weather conditions. Although the plants in Africa have to contend with prolonged heat and not enough water, while the Canadian ones have all the water in the world and very few months of continuous sun!
Water, water……everywhere….. and I remind myself that I don’t have to run a tiny bath anymore!

Inside the house the spring cleaning process is in full swing. I am slowly learning the intricacies of keeping house in the northern hemisphere.  Here house mites need to be kept at bay. All mattresses need to be vacuumed regularly.  I smile to myself as I reflect on how the pattern of my day has changed. I used to fill my head with ideas on how to challenge my pupils and now I ponder the life cycle of a house mite in a Canadian household. Both challenges….just different fields!

The beers are on ice and I have a few good bottles of merlot in the store to savour on the deck on those long summer evenings.

“We made it! It has been a long and lonely, cold winter. And I say…..It’s all right.”

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