Julia on the patio during lockdown
Here’s a haibun from 2021. It had its origins during lockdown as we used to sit outside the back door and dream of freedom.
Across the Valley
From the garden we look down onto a jumble of red tiled roofs and trees and for a moment, I can imagine that we are in the Mediterranean, and not Nottingham. We eat cheese and biscuits, and warm figs, picked straight from the container-grown trees in the front garden. The back garden faces north, which will not do for figs. If I had known we would stay here long enough to become gardeners, I would have bought a different house.
crumbs
on a cracked plate
once I had dreams
First published in Blithe Spirit 31.2 April 2021
Once we were quite good gardeners