G IS FOR GLASGOW, GREAT BRITAIN

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

WITHERED ROSE

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

VALENTINE’S DAY IN THE GARDEN OF EDEN

Under the huge glass dome, Benny sat nervously on a bench. 'A new addition to our Mediterranean Biome is this perfume garden inspired by Moorish gardens of old,' said a guide as a group of tourists shuffled passed. 'Roses, lilies and jasmine are just some of the wonderful scents you can find in here.' Benny … Continue reading VALENTINE’S DAY IN THE GARDEN OF EDEN