After a rainy May and June during which I was away a lot, the garden has grown verdant and jungle-like. Now that the sun is out at last, I’m content to sit among the overgrown disorder of it all, listening to the bees. I wrote this poem out there yesterday.
Green and lush, untended and anarchic,
Bindweed and dandelions push for space
Where jasmine, bergamot and chamomile’s
Intoxicating scents release on touch
Long fingertips of fern unfurl to languid summer sun
Beneath a canopy of ash and elder
Campanula cascading over faded walls
Thousands of five-pointed, purple stars
Alive with humming bees from dawn til dusk
Feathered, soft, all shades and shapes of green,
The smell of warm, damp earth as I, to blackbird’s song,
Water the tomatoes in the evening light
A bramble flower suspended on a single spider’s thread
A sliver of new moon in sunset sky
The cat asleep beside the lemon balm
This is where I go
To breathe
Tales From the Seed 
Beautiful Caroline your posts are always inspirational. Freezing & wet here in Melbourne Australia looking forward to my Spring jungle
Thank you so much, Sharon! Lovely to have you here, from all the way over there in wintery Melbourne x