She'd had the idea while watching a gardening magazine show - apparently plants had emotions and responded to music and words. Perfect. She stripped down the old grand piano, rejigged the strings and hammers, filled it with grade-A compost and planted the seeds. She soon had a playlist - Rachmaninoff and Chopin went down best … Continue reading STRAWBERRY SWING
Archie looked at the overhanging branches from the neighbours overgrown sycamore tree. Every Autumn the leaves fell into his garden, burying the flowerbeds and lawn. Every Autumn he had to clear them. It had taken him all morning to sweep the leaves up. Now they sat in one big pile in the middle of the … Continue reading AUTUMN LEAVES
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?
Archie slowly creaked his way up the ladder with the garden shears and began pruning back the large, pink rhododendron bushes. 'Morning, Mr. Williams.' It was Rose, the teenage daughter from next door. 'Morning, Rose,' Archie called after her. He'd known her since she was a cheeky five year old tomboy. Now he looked at … Continue reading IN FULL BLOOM