Sometimes when out walking I come across something quirky, something completely unexpected that makes me smile.
This, I had to share
I find gardening very therapeutic and would hate to have to live somewhere without a garden (even though there are times when I find that the weeds are flourishing far too well). This collection of plant boots is a brilliant example of someone’s creative thinking. I love it!
If in the future, I ever find myself without a garden (heaven forbid) then I’ll remember this row of plant boots.
Some time ago I wrote a poem entitled Boots. This seems as good a place as any to post it – even though it’s time I re-worked it …
Boots
Put on your boots, leave your desk.
Let’s go for a walk.
We’ll listen to music of the sky
From swallows circling Drumrae,
or the blackbird high in the oak.
Put on your boots, leave the phone.
Let’s go for a walk.
We’ll smell the honey scent of bluebells,
the May blossom drifts in the hedge.
Even taste the sorrel’s sharp leaves.
Put on your boots, leave the post.
Let’s go for a walk.
We’ll wander down lanes while they’re quiet,
count new calves in Callum’s field,
watch parent rooks mobbing buzzards.
Put on your boots, leave your books.
Let’s go for a walk.
We’ll remember some flowers by name,
Stitchwort, Sweet Cicely, Red Campion,
while the wind paints fields like Van Gogh.
Put on your boots.
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