The purple flowers wind their way
Around the washing pole, biting at
The bright white sheets flapping in the breeze.
Uncontrolled they’ll eat the garden
Manicured last year, and now
It’s swamped with such expert ease.
She pulls them up with rubber gloves
Watching as they spring up faster than
She can pull the roots in muddy clumps
Neat only while she’s praying, pulling on her knees.
My garden is an absolute hell hole and I have no idea what to do with it. I have never been taught how to garden, and if I’m being honest, between keeping the inside of the flat tidy, and doing marking and planning for work, I’m feeling a bit too lazy to deal with it.
When we moved back in, the tenant had really let it go and I did a great job pulling up all the brambles. And that was where it ended.
One day, I’m going to get myself to Homebase and buy pots and gravel and flowers and I will have a beautiful little garden. But for now, I’ll just have to enjoy the wildflowers that are strangling everything around them.