I was watching visitors reading The Poet Tree, newly replenished with more Poems to Hang in a Walled Garden, when I heard a guitar. A man was sitting on a bench by the pond, softly playing to the fish. They did seem to like it.
Later I met Tommy (the guitarist), and Susan and Caroline in the Poetry Yurt. They left wonderful poems, full of the joy they felt in the garden.
And it was a day of garden conversations: a lady who’d recently moved into sheltered accommodation, and a communal garden described the great pleasure she took from ‘just being out there dead-heading’. A couple stopped by the Yurt to marvel at the climate, and tell me how much they waited to stand by the Gunnera Bog again, just to feel astonished. A Polish family contributed a short poem in Polish, translated into English.
At the end of the afternoon I saved a butterfly that had strayed inside the Yurt. Then I met that Toffee rabbit again.