Ivan's Secret

Looking out through her kitchen window with her hands in the basin, Dana gazed at her garden with a sudden pang of gratitude.  ‘I do feel lucky having such a beautiful home’, she thought.

With her hands turning to prunes while covered in suds from washing the evening’s dishes, she continued to see, not just look, but actually see all of the beauty of her garden.  The fragile yellow poppies which self-seed between the slabbed path, the foxgloves standing tall at the edge of the pebbles, the honeysuckle wrapping itself around the fencing and trees as if it were desperately hugging everything in its growth path.  How proud she felt that the beauty of her garden was all of her hard work over the years, all her own doing and yet rarely did she actually ‘see’ her garden.

On a beautiful May evening, Dana somehow felt a wave of appreciation for all that she had, albeit 18 years of hard graft to get there, but how wonderful she had made her home and her garden over those years. 

Whilst pondering on her accomplishments her gaze moved to Ivan.  Ivan, the grand 300 year old oak tree which stood proud in the middle of her garden.  The very tree which attracted her to buy the house in the first place.  ...

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Tracy Windross
May 30 2020

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