The plot at the end of the lane
rests in a patch of everlasting summer,
fat lawn spread like a counterpane,
apples sun-steeped, berries rainbow-ripe.
Borage and thymes sprawl lazy with bees,
peonies linger in whispers. Plum, pear,
cherry blossom dance in dappled light.
Peas and beans dry in the potting shed
while, under its spidered window you,
in overalls of moss and meadow grass,
plant up next year’s lilies,
firming the soil with fingers of knotted oak.
Liz McPherson
One of the Headingley Open Gardens collection. Click to see the full list