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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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Josh checking out the weather…..is it good enough for a walk?

 

Josh pushed his nose up against the bedroom door and drew in a deep breath. It sounded like a train and the high pitch resonated through the crack. He knew that this was a sure method to get someone to respond to him in the morning. It was time for a walk!

 

The air was crisp and still and I felt the cool air against my bare arms.  As it was a Saturday morning, everyone was still having their usual lie in except for a few keen bike riders and the odd early riser like me. A bleary eyed man opened his front door and stumbled down to the gate to collect his newspaper. He obviously needed his fix of news with his early morning cuppa. A young mother raced along with her push buggy trying to console her irritable bundle. She shouted her morning greeting across her shoulder as she sped around the corner. Memories of my own inconsolable little mites came flooding back. I recall many days of pounding the pavements trying to sooth a ‘troubled teether.’ It always amazed me how difficult it was for them to cut the teeth and then how difficult it was to keep them in good shape. Teeth are hard work!

 

I passed a golden shrub and the air filled with its fragrance. It was soft and refined. No wonder it is so hard to capture this same fragrance in a bottle. Each garden I passed had a new scent to entice me. I would try to locate the source each time. As I glanced back I noticed roses, peonies and rhododendrons to name a few.  I was treated to the full array of lingering perfumes as I made my way down Lakeshore Road into the Old Town. Stately historical homes that had seen a hundred summers appeared to show off their manicured gardens with renewed summer vigour. Their long green lawns cascaded down to the lake. It was certainly just the right spot for a picnic. There were the tell tale sighs of   children. The rope from a tree swing hung nearby and a tricycle propped up against a tree.  I hoped that this lot had interrupted their play to enjoy the odd snack on this lush green carpet.

 

My stomach grumbled and it was definitely time to call in at my favourite café for the usual….. homemade croissant and a cappuccino.

Josh settled under the table with his eyes fixed on a nearby dog. It was just a matter of time before he leapt up and sent my coffee flying…….

Summer beauty!

 

 

 

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