Necromancy

Acrostic, Animals, Garden, Ghosts, Haunted, Poetry

Necromancy

#promptuarium #ghosts #animals #acrostic #children

Grandfather always wondered

How every time his favourite granddaughter visited

Out in the garden, the traps stayed empty – and

Something furry was nibbling at his prize vegetables

They all seemed to reside by the tree at the back – where the children’s

Swing rested on a branch – his granddaughters favourite spot

Prolific : Tale of a tree

Garden, Nature, Photography, Seasons

Prolific

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Salford 19th April 2018

My “little” Acer tree, in the back garden of the house

beginning another set of flowers to signal Spring

We bought it from a garden centre in the pennines , quite a few years ago now, and planted it alongside a couple of dwarf conifers and perennials to give the back of the house a bit of colour!

It was caught out by a really hard frost and snowfall in March, when it should have flowered then.  The mercury in the thermometer refused to budge, so it slept on till the Easter Holiday, and while i celebrated my birthday – one or two of the flowering buds popped out to say “Hello!”.  Soon it’ll be covered in lovely pink and white flowers, and (Northwest English Weather permitting) they’ll be there to brighten up the back garden all the way through summer and early autumn – when it’ll lose its foliage and it’ll prepare itself for the following spring.

Camera Details : Nikon D3100, No flash, Natural light, Yongnuo Prime Lens 58mm

Tend

Garden, Memories, Poetry

Salford, 9th February 2018

Tend

Plants need looking after when they’re little.

I remember , as a lad being given three packets of seed by my Grandad.

they never told me what was in those silver packets

but each day i’d go to my spot by the lawn, to see what popped out of the ground

and with watchful eye, my mum and dad helped me sort the weeds from the plants

whilst i watered the soil, when the clouds weren’t dropping the rain

and each day, slowly but surely, the little seeds grew

flowerheads hid away till the sunshine appeared

and on those days i’d water them with my watering can…

then one day the flowerheads opened

and a square of reds, pinks, oranges , yellows and blues surrounded the lawn

Snack time

Childhood, Eating, Garden, Poetry

Bite

lunch was two hours ago

and dinner is hours away

the hunger pangs are out of the cage

And they’ve begun to play

So over to the brown bread you go

And forage for a filling or two

When the jars of peanut butter and jam

Located above tonight’s spiced ham

Decide to greet you hello

Just the thing till dad makes tea

And summmat that you’ll eat with glee

Out in the garden without delay

Before running around the garden to play

Territory

Acrostic, Animals, Cats, Garden, Poetry

Salford, 15th November 2017

In response to the daily post prompt

Territory

Turtleshell tom surveys his patch of green

even the dogs know to stay off this lawn

royal rumbles await any interloper

rounding on the garden

its all his – and every night he lets you know

taking on those who’d want to mark their place

on his little kingdom

right now though – this little prince is

yelling at the front door….he wants his lunch!!!!