I remember a time when this was a golden paradise, manicured, cared for and tended.
Halcyon days when I was young, carefree and you were strong and to be looked up to.
Yard after yard of luscious green lawns, to dance, to swat a ball on, to race up and down.
And behind the tall trees on the edge of your natural kingdom, the secret passage that was formed by those kind trees which sisterly glee did share.
Oh those beautiful hydrangeas, reminiscent of bridesmaids, past,present and future.
Those ruby red Camelias who dropped onto the ground leaving a red carpet of gentility.
The apple trees a-plenty who held small red treats which would be devoured, 5, 10 at a time on a car journey back home, like sweets.
Memories abound.
The warm times, summer days, long and languorous.
And the grass-snake, beheaded,forlorn,who we found and displayed proudly.
Those affectionate honeybees who dashed here and there, not too busy to buzz a friendly hallo in our ears.
Afternoons spent in freedom.
The best games of Hide-and-seek. Half an acre of camouflage to deceive and conceal from a searching sibling.
Cups of tea and Ribena, "Warm, not hot!" and dinner eaten on round tin cat trays.
Brie cheese and pinecones collected for a wood burning fire.
The out of tune chime of a mantlepiece clock.
You are long gone and the glory days of this garden, a long distant but oh, so treasured memory.
This place so different, lonely somewhat without your tending hand.
Overgrown, a forlorn jungle?
No, vehmently no.
Beauty remains.
For your voice is in the rustle of the leaves.
Your hand is in those brilliant Camelias, heavenly and proud all over the garden that have fought age-bound neglect.
Your steadfastness is in the tall, proud secoia tree which towers above all other foliage in the garden.
Your love is in the many, many memories of past times.
I may not be able to see you, or even this place for much time longer.
You may be gone but in this place, you will remain, in my heart.
This place, my once-paradise, my land of dreams which you gave me, by your tender green hands.
Yes, I still I love this place. Though you are gone.
It's been just over a year since he died. I miss him greatly.
xx
I also saw the Wicked Witch though so perhaps we're on the same page?
M x
Didn't see the witch in the last one till I read your bit then I totally saw it! How suggestible am I?
Have a fun week Kezzie. Your posts are always refreshing.
Hugs,
JB
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