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Our garden's at it's best at Lammastide.

The burst of Spring has eased itself away

The hectic Summer growth has settled down

The beds are mellow, softened at the edge,

Colours calm yet eager to entice

A drone of bees and pairs of butterflies.

The pond lies empty, even the late frogs

Have disappeared into the undergrowth.

Our daily visitors peck casually at the grain

Or sit atop the fence to bask away

Untroubled moments in the teatime sun.

Sweet peas and hollyhocks try to outshine

The runner beans, the sun flowers by the fence.

A pair of cabbage whites dance near my head

Oblivious to my presence and delight.

            I sit untroubled, resting in the peace

            Which, like your love, I know need never cease.

Brian Hick August 2015

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