In a few short weeks we will be in Summer
when one has only the energy to recline under the air-conditioner and pray for April to come quickly.
So before the heat and weekly
bush fires "controlled burning" suck our will to live,
let us take one last glimpse of a garden in the full blush of Spring.
Where ballerinas dance in delicate white dresses
and trumpet flowers laugh at my attempts to keep the weeds under control.
There are berries fit for the Cuckoo King
and baby bird nurseries.
Where secret paths lead to ancient temples
and trees rain down purple snow.
Where shy lanterns hide behind bright flowers,
waiting for evening when it's their turn to shine.
And blue butterflies frolic about in the breeze.
My garden - November 2014