The day began to appear and with it a gradual warmth which eventually would raise the temperature to record heights. But now at six in the morning, with her hands wrapped around the first cup of the day, the early morning hours were hers alone.
She looked at her garden with fresh eyes. It was as if she hadn’t really seen the garden before. Nothing had changed from yesterday. It was still the same garden. Or was it?
She wasn’t a gardener. In fact, she actively detested “looking after “the garden. It was a chore. What would be worse than tending the garden? There were few chores which in her mind were worse than tending a garden. At that moment in time she could think of none.
Her distaste of gardening didn’t take away from the fact that one of her favourite places in the city was the National Botanic Gardens. An oasis of beauty no matter what the season, what the weather or what mood she was in.
She was a city gal even at sixty years of age. Holidays spent in the country as a child were never ending. The highlight being mass on the Sunday with a visit to the shops to get the Sunday Paper and a bar of chocolate. The open spaces of farm lands always felt threatening. There had been too much open space and certainly not enough buildings for her.
To this day the thought of having a holiday entirely spent in the countryside sent a shiver down her spine. A planned day trip had to have a stop in a town. It didn’t need to be a large town, but a town was a must have. She liked to see and feel hard core concrete. There is a beauty in the myriad of textures and colours of concrete.
Looking at her garden in the early summer morning sun she realised that the garden had become her garden with the introduction of breeze blocks, concrete slabs, rusty bicycles, tin buckets and even car tyres.
The garden had become her garden with a design which had grown over the years through the inclusion of hard, harsh, beautiful concrete.
With the cup of tea now finished and the list of “things to do” calling to her, she smiled and realised that at last she could now relax her garden but perhaps a few more raised beds of breeze blocks might be a good addition.
With a smile she made her way inside to wreak havoc on that “to do “list.