Too old. Her back was killing her. She straightened up and stretched. This would be the last year. Next summer she would need to get some help in, or let the garden grow wild. Maybe that was the answer. Time to give up trying to control everything. Time to just go with whatever will be, … Continue reading TIME
They found him lying between the petals of the ornamental pink flower that was the centrepiece of the fountain. A little too much consumed at the masked ball. Nymphs and faeries ruled the gardens that night, dancing in the shadows created by the fireworks. He had been in good humour, blessing all with goodwill, even … Continue reading THE KING’S HEIR
A STORY OF THE GARDEN FESTIVAL IN GLASGOW, GREAT BRITAIN It had been a glorious summer. Glasgow didn’t get many of them. Perhaps it was fate that the year of the Garden Festival was the warmest and driest summer that anyone could remember. The festival was meant to regenerate the wastelands that had been left … Continue reading G IS FOR GLASGOW, GREAT BRITAIN
She had withered over the cold winter. The gradual process of ageing had taken its final undignified collapse. Francis wheeled her mother outside into the garden, where the morning sunshine had evaporated the dew and birdsong brought promise of the arriving spring. As the rays of light beamed over the frail figure, the hunched back … Continue reading WITHERED ROSE
The chairs and table sat in the centre of the garden, with uplighters in either corner. Around the four flawlessly straight sides a selection of rare flowers and plants, all in symmetry. The gardener snipped the last piece of grass with his lawn clippers. A smile spread across his face. He had taken the patch of … Continue reading CAN I HAVE MY BALL BACK?