I write this in response to my friend Anna commenting on how full my garden looked last Thursday, and because of our conversation about how the world of Facebook is fake, or on the edge.
Everything in the Garden is Rosy
That full garden
The brassicas were reduced to skeletons the next day by cabbage white butterflies
The sunflower couldn’t be bothered, neither could the sun
The strawberries flowered but didn’t fruit
The beans never climbed
The poppies grew in the cracks of the patio, but not in the wildflower garden
We’re still the only place growing healthy ash trees, but not in the hedges
The rocket didn’t
The mint in’t
But the sage thrives, we have yellow courgettes poking out everywhere
And the pumpkin might shock by October.
© Rebecca Deans 2016