Finty's Garden

MY GARDEN by FINTY

Click! Goes the garden door as I unlocked the heavy metal lock

Whoosh! Goes the breeze from the outside world

Crunch! Go the chalky pedals under my feet

Puff! GOES the sudden sound of the swishing door behind me

Meow! Scruff! Scruff! GOES the noise behind the heavy steel

I open the door behind me and notice two little munchkins staring back up at me

Large, bulging, marooned eyes surrounded by impenetrable, velvety sea of fur

I welcome the followers with a wave of my now pale hand

I hear the trickle of footsteps scamper across the wooden panes

Hopping from one foot to the other now as the mist settled along the rim of my toes

I scuttled across the cold surface towards my bottle green swing hanging from the lowest branch

Its subtle yet beautiful interior gleamed in the early morning sun

The comfortable seat,

The silver chains that it hung from,

The old bay leaf tree branch it was hanging on,

The drawings chalked on to its trunk,

Pea green vines along the wall,

Shimmering with dew drops,

Grow constantly through summer,

And blossom in the spring

The freshly pruned ferns blossoming in the early morning

The glowing bluebells twinkling at dusk

The vain, self-absorbed tulips admiring themselves in the night time puddles

The drenched oak panes, likely to give you splinters

And the dusty white pebbles scattered all around

The large plasticy leaves of bottle green

The bamboo branches lining the walls

The stroppy neighbour secretly trying to execute our leaves because ‘they are blocking her view!’

The businesses on both sides

The grim grave tablet sitting on the back wall in memory of Brindy the dog

The barbeque for those long summer days when the scent of sausages fills the air

The large bush that is infested with greenflies all summer round

The chilled stones between my toes

The soggy wood coating my feet with water

The bristly leaves brushing against my arms

The soft combed hair covering my cats

The juicy soil imbedded in my fingers.

MEMORIES OF THOSE LONG SUNNY DAYS,

A WARM BREEZE FLOWING THROUGH YOUR HAIR

THE HOSE RUNNING WILD AS A WATER FIGHT DOMINATES THE GARDEN

RUNNING AROUND IN JUST OUR SWIMMING COSTUMES

AS THE SUN SETS WE BRIBE THE CATS BACK IN BY RATTLING THEIR FOOD AND WALKING UPSTAIRS.

MY GARDEN TRULY IS…

THE BEST PLACE EVER!!!