A warm and cheery fire roars merrily
And shadows dance about the darkened room.
Beside the hearth a gardener sits and dreams
Of sunny days, of flowers in full bloom.
Some hollyhocks should tower near the fence,
Bright red ones that the bees can’t help but find.
The trellis at the gate again must wear
Blue morning glories, or the rosy kind.
To lend a bit of distance to the scene,
Close to the rear I’ll plant in shades of blue:
The tall and stately larkspur, double ones
Of course I’ll put in scabiosa, too.
I couldn’t do without a pansy bed
Snapdragons make such beautiful bouquets
Frilled zinnias and yellow marigolds
Add just the proper touch to autumn days.
The flowers grow and bloom with loveliness
Until a sound destroys the fantasy
A burning ember falls and I must leave
My garden and my charming reverie. H.Swanson
In winter I plan my summer gardens…what to take out, what to add…another lily here, another hosta there…
I envision the gardens from above, probably because I view both from the second floor windows every morning…it’s the best way to decide where to add and where to subtract…to imagine the clumps of colour blooming in each corner…right now it’s just green shoots that I see when I gaze at them each day, but soon they will look like this abstract vision..“my charming reverie”…
Watercolour on Arches Not Paper