Having wind in the garden

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Dear Monty,

Do you suffer from wind ?


I'm suffering from a storm of names swirling in my head.

Vlinderhof ?

Winderhof?

Piet Kingsbury Maryberry

Names.

My name

Paulderhof

My black back garden

Coal

Exhaust

Salt

Dog

Wind in my housen

Wind in my Garten

Are you smiling smugly in your hedged haven ?


My small garden is wind whipped today in contrast to a whippets rest in sunshine just at the start of the week.

Contrasting

Sometimes in my eyes - satisfying

Sometimes annoying.

Gardens remind me of Isra -el

I struggle with the power in this life-force.

Slash cut clear

Grow flop fear

Is it good enough ?

It's good enough for me

But it could be better.











Paul

Comments

  1. Charles Hawes20 August 2016 at 19:09

    We'll be cutting back before our garden opening tomorrow. Though from the rain collapsing the plants, rather than the wind. why are you thinking in German?

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    1. Paul Steer21 August 2016 at 09:32

      Reading too many Dutch Dreamers and NGS posts on Facebook ! There is a lot of flopping going on here too - along with leaf fall - the robin is singing his Autumn song - it's all happening so fast - where were the long Summer days ?

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