George Layton
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A garden’s what I found wandering, through the weed patch of my mind.Is this a creative writing thread? Cool.
A garden: what I found wandering…
[Cautionary health warning: The following may send you into a deep slumber - or get an urge to bash your head on the desk. Read it at your own risk. I’ll pop a tune at the end of my ramble to try to revive you. For those struggling with insomnia, this is your lucky day!]
The other day I was wandering through a beautiful garden. One of those huge rambling gardens that people get married in. A very very nice venue.
It is mid-winter here and the garden is at rest though is still very beautiful in an austere sort of a way. This is probably the most boring sentence in history. Never mind, moving on…
It was lightly drizzling as I wandered around. It was in those intense moments of truly confronting the moisture falling from the sky that I discovered I did not have an umbrella in my bag. I felt a sense of “bugger!” energy.
Drizzle or no bloody drizzle, my garden tour proceeded. I forged on, being careful to not slip over on the greasy pathways. There is nothing worse than falling over in a public place. It’s humiliating.
Very early daffodils I found in the garden.
I felt a sense of pure wonder seeing these
gorgeous gifts from mother nature.
And then, through the trees, I saw a bridge. Really I did! A bridge! I felt a sense of “A real bridge! Let’s go there!” I fearlessly quickened my pace. My sense of “Oh my God if I fall over in a public place I’ll be so humiliated” just evaporated. I was confronting that bridge, I wanted to stand on that bridge! The excitement I felt in those moments…well, ya know, it was exciting. What else can I say.
I stood looking at the bridge, mesmerised by its wintery beauty - and admiring its horizontal-ness. I love horizontal bridges – so much better than vertical bridges drawn on large bits of glossy paper and slapped onto walls in nasty looking frames.
If you are still awake, thank you for being so polite. It is appreciated.
And now for some rejuvenation. Please consider doing a little jive around the living room/office/kitchen to this. It really is good for the soul.
Realized it’d been there all along, how could I be so blind?
There were daises and were daffodils and of course the roses they’d I’d smelt.
Lo and behold! A pint of rum, of course I took a belt.
And another, and again until my head began to spin,
The flowery perfumes stirred quite heady, from the foliage I was tromping in.
Then realized I was not alone! This ain’t my mind at all!
I’d stumbled into someone’s wedding and I really didn’t have the gall.
I stuttered and I stammered out it was an accident.
They all giggled politely, as away, red faced, I went.
Sorry Glenda, it's a kinda serendipity thing sometimes.