Garden Friends

The Red Rose

Says it all for me.
Says it all for me. | Source

To Friendship

Sitting in the garden today, upon a chair,

looking out from the shelter of my hat.

I am sharing a laugh with my favourite authoress,

Christina Jones, the daughter of a circus clown.

She’s a Lancashire lass, just like me you know?

I look at the pear blossom hanging from the tree,

in beautiful tight white buds waiting to flower,

It will be a heavy crop of pears this year.

Pear and ginger jam, my sons, favourite

pear and apple crumble, hmmm hmm

served with lashings of vanilla custard.

Oh my mouth is watering at the very thought,

summer’s bounty is looking mighty good.

The apple trees, recently pruned,

are heavy with blossom, and the redcurrant flowers

deep and sultry pink, hang like rosy lips to candy floss.

The blackcurrant bush is climbing in the haw,

the blackberries are just red, not yet ripened.

They will be the gifts of a harvest hoard.

Apple pie, rhubarb and apple jam,

Oh there goes that watering mouth again.

Apple crumble, with fresh cream, need I go on?

Now, how can I be restrained, when I am surrounded by such delights?

Roses are starting to bloom, deep red, for this Lancashire Lass.

The grass is in need of some loving care, to line the stripes of green carpets,

and enrich the visual splendour which welcomes you to my home,

where my soul resides and my heart waits to encompass you.

Nettles rich in iron for delicious nettle tea, yuk!

They grow in abundance in the field behind the house.

My horse, Blue, with nettle rash on his nose,

stares at me camouflaged by the boughs of the silver ash trees.

He is waiting for some after sun, to soothe the itch.

J.P, my greyhound, is sleeping at my feet,

he will have his exercise later when the day cools.

I have no work today; I am allowed to sit around,

the housework calls, but I have a selective ear.

All can wait for another day,

for the beauty in my garden just has to much appeal.

Come share my hammock and drink iced mint tea,

I will bake a scone, and tell you about my life,

serve you delicious pressed elderflower wine,

another gracious gift, from hedgerows surrounding the roadside.

We will chat about life and love, if you have the time to listen.

Come, all are welcome to my little garden home

where birdsong orchestrates a tribute to all that I want to be.

Friends, just like my garden and me.

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mary615 4 years ago from Florida

Lovely poem; lovely photo. The rose is my favorite. I voted this UP, etc.


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PegCole17 4 years ago from Dallas, Texas

What a lovely verse, filled with rich enticing scents and flavors. I would love to join you in your garden for some tea. This line is close to my heart: "the housework calls, but I have a selective ear". Ah, yes. It will wait for us both while we relax and share stories.

Peg


Sunnie Day 4 years ago

Oh Net I will be right over! Save me a seat and some mint tea. Tell Blue I will feed him some treats too..Such a beautiful description of a lovely setting that can only warm the heart..Thank you!

Sunnie


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Fennelseed 4 years ago from Australia

Very, very enticing, can you keep the scones warm, I'm on my way, just have an ocean or two to hop over :)

Your garden sounds amazing, lush, bountiful, beckoning.

Thank you for this teasing little taste of your paradise. My votes and best wishes and sharing!!


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Pamela99 4 years ago from United States

The red rose picture set the stage for your lovely poem that made the reader visualize your beautiful garden. i also agree that housework can wait. Up and awesome.


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always exploring 4 years ago from Southern Illinois

You paint such a lovely picture. I can almost see your garden with JP sitting at your feet. I'm with you about the housework, it can wait..Beautiful..Thank you..


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writer20 4 years ago from Southern Nevada

Okay marcoujar can pick me up then jet over to you and have a cuppa and scone.

This poem is so wonderful with a precious red rose.

Voted up and awesome, my Irish friend, Joyce.


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marcoujor 4 years ago from Jeffersonville PA

Your words are starting to smile, Net.

I'll be there as soon as I fuel the jet, Sista!

Voted UP & AB. With my love, Maria


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mollymeadows 4 years ago from The Shire

Wonderful garden images, bluestar. I wish my garden looked like the one you describe!I'm afraid it's more like the ones at the end of your video lol!


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TToombs08 4 years ago from Somewhere between Heaven and Hell without a road map.

I concurr. Makes me want to come over and share an afternoon with you! Well done!


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No_Clue 4 years ago

A wonderfully inviting write, Star! Thank you for sharing it with me! Wish I could just pop in and sit awhile with you! Hugs!


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Happyboomernurse 4 years ago from South Carolina

Wow! What a sensuous ode to your spring garden-its current visual delights and the bounty it will yield in future months.

You make a garden visit to your home sound absolutely delightful and your authoress friend is blessed to be there with you.

Voted up, useful, awesome, beautiful and interesting. This poem was absolutely stunning and started my day off on a positive, grateful, note. For I am also blessed to have a wonderful authoress friend- you, dear Lancashire Rose.

Sending Hugs Across the Miles,

Gail

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