My courtyards bathed in morning sunshine.
I’m caringly watering various pot-plants.
Leisurely spraying droplets upon natures greenery.
Cacti and Succulents adorn rough timber shelves.
Previously Mum’s desert treasures.
She adored their smooth pastel hues.
Nurturing them like they were babies.
And now, I do too.
Living reflections of her love.
Reigning over us from above.
Below a sage bush, the tiny flower’s a mauve colour.
Rescued from the old homestead, Tullawalla.
Also saved were Dad’s gorgeous orchids,
And his stunning Day-lily, a vivid ruby-red.
Wind-bells chiming, I’m visualizing Dad walking by.
Wearing that Aussie Akubra shading his head.
The tomatoe Rapunzel climbs up high.
Bearing cherry-like fruit a plenty.
Entwining a Bougainvillea vine’s winding tall.
Purple flowers colourfully named Jazzi.
My favourite Geranium’s in full bloom.
The deepest dark red you’ll ever see.
Groomed from a small cutting, a glorious find.
Osteospermum, a yellow like daisy, looks divine.
Standing beside a hardy savivor, Limonium Blue.
Pots of natural herbs of onion and garlic chives.
And the strongly aromatic Lip Balm Monarda.
Overlooking the scenic array, Dad’s hanging basket.
A Drooping Violet soaking in moistening dew.
Our wedding flower, a memento of you.
Dad’s Hanging Basket Plant, a Drooping Violet, ah yes, he knew..
Ivor Steven (c) 2018