evening in the garden

purple flower spikes less busy now as evening comes and here I sit with tea and camera (just in case) no butterflies left they’ve gone to bed (where do they sleep?) but still the swallows chitter by the out-late bees hum-bumble low and early moths flutter time slows to a honeyed trickle in our wildContinue reading “evening in the garden”

summer’s haze

my hair fills my face teased by the breeze my feet are tickled by prickling grass my back is just beginning to ache I’m changing position with every breath my jeans I fear may be slightly damp I swear an ant went somewhere it shouldn’t and yet .. and yet I sit beneath this treeContinue reading “summer’s haze”