The Charmed Garden
His pockets were not
lined with gold
A committed man
from youth till old
For gifts he’d fashion
a garden seat
With treasures brought back
from the beach
His lady loved
their garden at home
For in it they would
was beyond their realm
Yet midst the blooms
was cast a spell
As if in England, Scotland,
The garden’s charms
caused them to dance
As lovers lost
A devoted husband
with his gentle wife.
Wendy ❀ 2013
I wrote this poem and posted it last year.
It was inspired by our own garden
and the lovely gifts my husband has made for me.
We’ve been married for over 30 years.
It was during our first year of marriage I discovered
that Ian was good with wood (He made a shoe rack for our closet).
He loves to repurpose wood
and use whatever would have been wasted otherwise.
I do the same thing with fabrics. (I’m not good with wood.)
This lovely bird house was made
to replace an old one that I had “repaired”.
My repair job made my husband smile
and inspired him to make me one I’d love.
I had an ugly old saw-horse sitting here
that was replaced by this sturdy seat
that Ian made.
This bench was made using driftwood
and a piece of 150 yr old fir
that was salvaged from a renovation.
The table was made using an old pottery crate
and leftover lumber.
It’s nicely weathered
and goes perfectly with a bench I’d bought years ago.
This arbor is made using a gate
that had been at the back of this property.
It’s now the entrance to our woodland garden.
My clever husband does not use patterns.
I just show him a picture and suggest he make it his own way.
(I do the same thing with my sewing creations.)
I love what he does with wood.
This bench was made using salvaged cedar boards.
Garden Charm Blessings ❀ Wendy
May your fountain be blessed,
and may you rejoice in the wife of your youth.
Here’s an appropriate quote I came across in my morning reading this week.