Spring is slowly creeping, inch by inch, upon us poor, unsuspecting gardeners. Before we know it, it will pounce and devour us in one fell swoop with its breathtaking blooms.
Slowly, o so slowly it's drawing nearer, bloom by tiny bloom.
Softly, softly it comes closer and closer
a sudden flash of colour and then
all is calm and peaceful again.
And with soft pastel colours
and lovely white bells tinkling in the breeze we are lulled to sleep.
But gardener beware! Beneath that innocent blue sky with fluffy white clouds a dragon is waiting to slay you.
It's hiding now, but soon it will rear it's fire-y head
and scorch you to a crisp.
From beneath it devours,
rip you to shreds,
devastate you with its beauty effulgent,
until there is nothing left........
copyright 2009 Y.E.W. Heuzen
In gardens, beauty is a by-product. The main business is sex and death.
Sam Llewelyn, The Sea Garden