Our Garden

Seated at my desk looking out into our garden branches spread, giving dappled shade a beautiful tree stands sentinel a tree that we planted as a sapling along with a few others saplings one and all many years ago also planted were lawn, bushes and shrubs flowers, vines, creepers, seeds and bulbs which we watered, loved and nurtured some, admittedly did not make it but those that have embrace us and give freely of their colour, scent and shade of their flowers, fruit and berries but above all of their love and companionship that forges within us a deeply grounded sense of belonging of being home with old and trusted friends friends who care friends who matter looking out at that tree I know that it is looking back at me and it knows as I know that we see each other that we have a few tales to tell of our time together in this beautiful, friend-filled garden I also know that that majestic tree is smiling at me because I am sitting here filled with peace and gratitude as happy as a clam as content as a kitten looking back at it grinning like a loon.