04 March 2012

Take One, Take Two

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 :

Charissa Steyn said...

love this little post :) Just found your blog today :)

Cat said...

Beautiful post
Beautiful words
Beautiful photography

Ange (Tall, Short and Tiny) said...

Gorgeous, as always. Love your reluctant band member :)

Simoney said...

This is a very poetic post, Meghan!
Love the way you've captured your boys so beautifully.
xxx

remaliah said...

Beautiful adventures! I like the water squirting photos and the colourful Shakespeare buildings. It looked like a perfect mummy-boys outing :)

Miriam said...

I love that poem - I remember studying it in 6th form English. LOVE

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