Pampas Dreams

My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille July 20th 2016 pampasgrass

When I was eleven or twelve, my family lived on the top floor of a block of council maisonettes. We shared a balcony with other residents and outside our front door and kitchen window, we had two window boxes. To get to school I had to walk along a road lined by private houses with the most beautiful gardens full of roses, hollyhocks, geraniums, all the usual colourful plants. But the house that always attracted me was the one with a single dense tussock of pampas grass on the front lawn. I loved those long, slender silvery leaves with their creamy feathery plumes and imagined cooling in their shadow on a hot day. I tried to get Mum to plant pampas grass in our window boxes, but I could only dream.

swaying in the breeze
like waves on the ocean
pampas grass plumes

© Chèvrefeuille