My truly lovely (birth)day in the Garden began with a soft grey walk in the morning, before the visitors, just listening to the muted sounds of gardeners at work. Then I sat down near the Poet Tree, and made some notes for poem drafts I’m working on, breaking off every so often to chat to visitors as they arrived. We read the Poet Tree together, and sometimes I read them more garden poems – some very well known and others written here at Logan this month.
Anne and Bill Bennett from Cumbria ended up sort of having lunch with me, talking and reading poems together. Then they came back to the Yurt and wrote some. They left us with sensitive lines like:
‘I see the lily pads at Logan
and my mind goes
You go into other gardens, that’s
what happens.’ Bill
Then lovely Renita turned up, and fell hook, line and sinker for the Gunnera Bog. We had terrific fun crawling into its depths, exploring the rest of the garden, reading the poems on the Poet Tree – and then retiring to the Yurt so Renita could write her barnstormer of a Bog Poem. Click on it to make it bigger!