Cultivating Friendships

Sometimes, walking round the garden and looking at different plants, I remember friends from the past. Many plants are associated with old friends. The plants themselves become old friends and they remind us of the people who gave them to us, or who carefully divided  large clumps of  favourites to share with others.

                      Remembering Olga

 In your seventies, you ‘lived adventurously’.

Friends suspected madness, but were wrong.

After years of caring you were free

to create a garden of rooms

with hedges to shelter kniphofia,

crocosmia, rambling roses.

Birds flocked there, your pond was

lit by damselflies, flashes of iridescent blue.

The garden was your love;

friends found a peace there,

absorbed your love of life,

a life where worry wasn’t welcome.

You and your elderly dog, two old ladies together,

‘walking cheerfully over the world’,

an inspiration to any young

who dreaded being old.

On your birthday, aged  ninety three,

you wheeled a barrow load of weeds towards me,

brushed errant strands of hair with garden hands,

smiled and offered tea.

You came to rest there, lying in the garden,

Secateurs by your side, not to be used again.

A slender vase of your crocosmia sits on my table

cheerful, colourful, defying sadness.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author: annedunford

Now fulfilling my ten year old self's ambition to become a writer - it's taken many years and a long,long winding road to get here! After a lifetime spent teaching, making miniature ceramics, returning to teaching and training, I am now indulging in a lifelong ambition to write!

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