I haven’t been out in the garden much since early autumn and recently I was too ill to even think about it. On Tuesday I gazed out at the last flakes of rusting leaves and a leaden sky. I watched Luna, our black and white cat, meld into the shadows; marvelled at the gold and russet feathers of the resident cock pheasant and wondered where he’d left his usual harem of dowdy hens. The garden was calling to me.
Under the study window, I had organised a pallet for various pots of herbs and bulbs. My husband had told me they were all dead. He’d piled up sacks of logs there and balanced the pots on and around them, waiting for me to decide their fate. I started to pull away some of the smaller ones and found some old hyacinths, bulbs intact and ready for planting again. As I shifted a bag of seeding compost off the pallet, I spotted a clean terracotta pot lying on its side. Thinking it would be useful, I lifted it to find a healthy, green rosemary plant, which now has pride of place on the kitchen windowsill.
safe from wintry blasts
sweet fragrance of rosemary
warm with summers past
Kim M. Russell, 2017
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Haibun Monday — Pleasantly Surprised
This Monday our host is Frank Hubeny and our topic is ‘pleasantly surprised’. Frank says that this could be due to a gift we received or gave; a family gathering we weren’t looking forward to only to find out the experience was not so bad after all; or something we planned to accomplish that failed but in some unusual way got done anyway.