sunshine on my face
like healing hands
the garden is alive and bursting forth
i brandish my secateurs and chop chop chop
cutting back the dead heads
revealing the tiny baby buds and shoots
scooping up handfulls of brown fallen leaves
what a delight it is to commune with nature again
to hear the birds and the buzzing insects
i feel like talking to the plants
the nay-bores will think i'm a right charlie!
the woodle appears
chalking the pavement with hopscotch numbers
we go and call on emma at number 23
and suddenly the street is alive with the laughter of happy little girls
passing dog-walkers look up and say hello
it's as if a great cloud has lifted from humanity
little darling it's been a long and lonely winter...
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