Gardeners hands

Gardeners Hands

Written/Human authored by Anne Brookes

After an unusually hot (for Kings Norton in Birmingham, UK!) day early in May, I look down at my gardeners hands and

🟩 what do I see?

dirt under the nails, a couple of scratches on my arms - as the light of the sun going down shows the white lilac almost glowing alongside the honeysuckle reaching for the sky as it climbs the fence

🟡 and what do I hear?

short chirrups, a trio of tweets and the sweet song of a blackbird high on a chimney

🟦 and what do I feel?

the gloaming* is alive with life as May bursts in on us, full of promise and growth.

*as used by Scots: meaning twilight, dusk

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