Sitting in the garden

Mornings work over drinking coffee > Taking in the scene

Sitting in the garden

Side by side

Mornings work completed

Drinking a welcome coffee

 

We had cut back an over grown shrub

In preparation to remove the stub

And replace with another plant

 

It was a nice shrub to begin with

But over time it had spread

And more plants were appearing from the fallen seeds

 

Branches cut back

They were cut into the garden waste bin

Too bulky and woody for our compost bin

 

Now we sat watching a busy bee

Hunting round a Petunia plant
Flower to flower

Drinking the sweet nectar

 

Birds sitting on high branches

Some flitting from bush to tree and back

Searching out grubs, spiders

Small creatures to us

A meal: dinner to them

 

I remember now seeing wife parents

Sitting in their garden

Enjoying the evening sun

At the end of a days work

 

They departed many moons ago

Their memory lives with us

In out thoughts

Also in the things we do

Are we so different ? 

Pamela Bush 2018

Reviews

[charlie]

The story telling is cyclical, and I appreciate the metaphor of natures seasons, or generations of old and new growth - especially the garden setting.
I am wondering if you intended to repeat the entire poem as an artistic stamp?
Or if you double posted the lines by accident?

Either way, it delivered on poignancy, and the slow force of time as we work our share; and make occasion to appreciate the efforts of all that goes on in and around us.

[Wild Rose]

Double posted by the system not me - Thanks for pointing it out I will edit it
I have a picture - somewhere of the two parents sitting at the days end - I had intended it as a heading

[Dave Brown]

yes, very nice
I often look at the things we now do, garden and elsewhere and wonder if I haven't seen all this before

[Wild Rose]

I was taught by my father and other allotment holders
Wife's family both came from gardeners to large houses
We use the same proucdures as they did > with modern tools

[Coyote Poetry]

It is funny how we become our elders.
"They departed many moons ago
Their memory lives with us
In out thoughts
Also in the things we do
Are we so different ? "
I liked the complete poem. The above lines stood out to me. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Wild Rose]

Thank you > Sadly I am unable to find the picture of them sitting in their garden in the evening sun

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome. I go to Lake St. Clair. lake, trees and the flower. My peace.

[sette]

appreciating the beauty of nature with a beautiful morning marks a wonderful day

[Wild Rose]

Thank you > We have two benches to sit on just us which one is out of the wind
Mornings work completed it is nice to just sir
Later on our son planted a Clematis in the empty space we had cleared for him