In my friend’s garden
there are always flowers
every time of year,
and birds at the feeding box
her husband built.
The years go on;
we are all getting older.
Looking out across her lawn
over the descending hill,
I’m grateful to still visit.
A Quadrille for dVerse, 44 words (minus title) which must include some form of ‘flower’: Quadrille #241.
(Photos all taken in Lancia and Ern's garden; just a few of the many over the years.)
Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you think so.
DeleteShe must live somewhere warm! I can't wait to see the flowers this spring. For the past five years I have lived in Florida and there are flowers almost all year, except in the summer! Its too hot!
ReplyDeleteYes, we live in a sub-tropical part of eastern Australia. I visited Florida a number of years ago, in your summer, and enjoyed it very much.
DeleteThat is a beautiful garden. No snow in sight!
ReplyDeleteNo, we don't get snow here.
DeleteLOVE the poem, and the photos. Those colorful birds! Nothing better than the riot of colors a garden brings.
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The pink birds are galahs. The black-and-white one in the pic top right is an Australian magpie.
DeleteLancia and Ern's garden of eden, where you are always welcome. I love the feeling of home and the lovely images of the place.
ReplyDeleteIt has certainly given me much delight over the years.
Deleteoh, your friend's garden is so lovely!! beautiful words/poem for beautiful pics.
ReplyDeleteSo glad to share the enjoyment with you.
DeleteAnd I hope you have many more flowers and friends to enjoy your view with - Jae
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jae. So far I am well blessed in both regards.
DeleteMuch to be grateful for when you can still venture into the garden with friends.
ReplyDeleteYes indeed.
DeleteIt is wonderful to have a garden like that to visit.
ReplyDeleteIt is!
DeleteBeing able to visit a garden is something I wish for everyone. I especially like the way you ended your poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you, and that is certainly a great wish.
DeleteYour poem honors friendship and the place. A quiet and moving tribute and acknowledgement of what endures with the passing of time.
DeleteThank you for this kind reading.
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