Summer at Hinkle
The cottage with its black window frames and white pebble dash glows in the
summer sunshine.
The hum of the lawn mower can be heard cutting the green lawn dotted with
dandelions and daisies.
In the orchard the blossom is on the fruit trees.
We have apples and plums
Summer snowflakes flowers around a tree with their heads bowed in
sunshine.
Butterflies and bees dance amongst the shrubs.
Forget-me-nots are scattered around the cottage gardens.
Candles are laden on the horse chestnut tree.
The birds are calling that summer is here.
Dad's wood that he liked so much, is green.
The trees with their leaves and branches create archways as you wander
along the paths.
The wood is still and quiet, a place to reflect and remember dad.
His sculpture is next to the summer house.
Bluebells underneath the canopy of a tree.
Summer will turn to autumn and the garden will have lots of memories.
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