A Garden in Summer
There is a yellow haze on the horizon,
thick, hot, and sticky
the grass, once green, lush,
and full of life,
is now scorched,
so parched, it has given up the fight,
lying low until the rain comes again
Many walk to the market with sweat already under their arms,
having had their first wash of three in the day
tomorrow it will be the same
But we can decorate it with water chilling in the fridge,
feeling the water between our lips
and maybe a cheeky glass of wine,
or two or three, maybe six
a book in the garden shade
It is the hottest day of the year so far,
so, naturally, we must attend to the garden,
the weeds will take the chance, and swarm when we turn our backs
it is safer in groups, you see
I'm sure there are jobs we have been meaning to do three years previously
The Magnolia is looking beastly, does it need a trim?
Yes, it does
No, don't you dare touch it
Shall we do the lawn?
No, I do it better
I could do with a cuppa, though, couldn't you?
Absolutely, the garden can wait until tomorrow
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