I love my garden, but due to surrounding woodland
blocking sunshine most of the year
(and those two careless hens rampaging through in search of snails!)
it's not conventionally pretty with flower borders and beds.
Luckily I like the cool solitude of trees and ferns
and appreciate lichen as it silently creeps,
leaving a trail of softened silhouettes in it's wake.
As the lawns are full of moss they stay verdantly green
even in times of drought!
The garden is on three levels with stone steps to the top
where the chicken coop is sited, and the side woodstore,
with logs cut and stacked ready for winter woodburning.
These are my "wild" steps, quite beautiful as you weave
through paper-thin self-seeded yellow poppies,
and wild foxgloves grow in abundance.
This ancient chaffcutter is covered in moss and lichen;
our old cat used to while away the sunlight hours
asleep in the wooden trough.
Outside the back door is a worn circle in the concrete,
where once a Victorian copper laundry boiler stood-
how many Washday Mondays were spent toiling here!
We were given this pair of chimney pots as a wedding present
by a dear friend who knows my taste VERY well!So much better than the set of Pyrex dishes!
Ironically, they stand on sentry duty
either side of the chimney breast, their sooty appearance
lending an air of authority to the rambling creepers
Stone pillars give the entrance to our tiny house
an air of (sadly mistaken!) grandeur.
I often wonder about the many people
crossing the slate porch since 1879 when the house was built. . .