Two back-to-back afternoon adventures in the Gardens
Take One: Thursday Afternoon
Through an umbrella of ferns
and towering trees we wander
Finding that rather than hiding from it
we can embrace the rain beginning to fall and the feel of wet
by creating our very own water features
Somewhat in awe of the height we can achieve
And tickled pink that our squirts might just reach mummy
Then two cherubs find their own angelic tunes
Although the back up singer is looking less than enthused at this point
So instead they try dancing to their own beats
In a concert just for me
Despite the even steadier rainfall
we still find time to marvel at the never ending orb
And find an entrance that just might lead us to Narnia!
Take Two: Friday Afternoon
Our adventure takes us into the more formal part of the Gardens
Friday work attire still adorning some
The warmth of the begonia house envelops and surrounds
We see the tiny fish pitter and patter against the silken surface
It ripples the reflections we see
It is both fascination and contemplation all in one
We encounter delicate marshmallow buds looking good enough to eat
Before seeking out the Peace Waterfall
Where remembrance and contemplation are held in the eternal flame
Burning a lasting reminder of that terrible day
Hiroshima, 1945
But they, yet too young to appreciate the fragility of life
They just enjoy the quacking ducks and the fact that leaves do grow on roofs
And finally to the Dell
where a production set is all ready for Shakespeare's Twelfth Night performance
Alas, a weather bomb is predicted and the show has to be cancelled for the night
I am implored to play and so must ditch my boots and tights somewhat inelegantly
for a barefoot game of tag in the Dell
We run and jump and piggy back and tag and horsey ride until the rain begins to fall.
Gently, and then with gathering momentum.
Halting our energetic proceedings.
And for which this mummy, though delightfully happy
just to be with her boys
but also tired at the end of the long working week
is secretly mildly grateful.
We leave the colourful huts behind to await a lonely night
unsure of their fate as the mother of all storms
begins to creep ever closer to this land.
And it is to home we now return,
energised
invigorated
empowered
expanded.
6 comments :
love this little post :) Just found your blog today :)
Beautiful post
Beautiful words
Beautiful photography
Gorgeous, as always. Love your reluctant band member :)
This is a very poetic post, Meghan!
Love the way you've captured your boys so beautifully.
xxx
Beautiful adventures! I like the water squirting photos and the colourful Shakespeare buildings. It looked like a perfect mummy-boys outing :)
I love that poem - I remember studying it in 6th form English. LOVE
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