One year on...

Same job...

Different hat...

New Year, New Poem...

Increasing slightly - January light -

A herald of the new and waxing year.

The temperatures -unseasonable height -

With Sun and Rain relieving murky drear.

We humans need some burning to be near.

So, in the Garden, leaves are cleared away

And trees await a freeze by light of day.

                                             Keith Pettitt.

Merry Christmas...

Xmas dinner in the polytunnel

Happy diners

Yum

Seconds

And a good time was had by all.

Decembrrrr...

And sometimes in December when it's still

Diluted sunshine renders landscape gold

In Summer Mother Nature drank her fill

But now she must receive the piercing cold

The birds retrieving berries if they're bold

The squirrels must recall their hidden seeds

While everyone around performing deeds.

K. Pettitt.

Re-covering the small polytunnel

November

November is the time when leaves are thick

Upon the ground, around the parks and grass;

The longer-lived perform their colour trick,

The branches of some others remain sparse.

The Southern winds in course of time will pass -

And what about the arctic blasts in store?

Despite the depths of gloom - please give us more!

Keith Pettitt.

Garden Gate Bicycle Club

We've seen lots of interesting bikes and cyclists at The Garden over the past year...

We always encourage cycling, so we look forward to seeing more of you on your bikes soon. Remember, it's never too cold...