The Garden

  The garden is a magical place.

It's a place away from technology and the 'new world'. It's natural and beautiful and there's sometimes unexpected surprises on the ground. There's soil and sometimes it gets in your hair or your nails, but that's okay. There's butterflies about and maybe the odd dragonfly or two, if you're lucky. The paving stones are hot in the afternoon sun and the grass looks a bit worse for wear, but at least it's go character. What fun would it be if the grass was a perfect green? There's gerberas and daisies and chili plants and passion-fruit vines and a fern. The hose snakes its way across the grass and stones, often tangling itself around the metal chair and table legs. The pots are all a brown colour and we're not allowed to use the red one because it doesn't match. The sun is everywhere and it makes the black material and metal of the trampoline too hot to touch. The sun burns into your neck and feet and on the back of your legs. The deck makes your legs stripey if you lie on it and the mat is falling apart. The pebbles and shells are spilled onto the deck, in front of the homemade pot that is painted a light orange.

I need to see this more; smell the strong smells of the lemon thyme and mint in our garden. I want to see my watermelons and tomatoes (maybe) grow and my gerberas flourish in the ground. I want to feel the sun on me and the butterflies flitting around the garden as they fly from plant to plant.

I will spend more time in the garden in 2014.