Summertime By Julie Hines

The curtains of early darkness are drawn back for summer. Gardens become beautiful this time of year. Contrast of flowing colour. The fragrances of the pink Fuchsias draped in deep purple emphasizing their elegance. The Stock has a powerful aroma. Yellow Marigolds resembling regimented soldiers. Placing the bulbs into her basket, she made her purchase. The journey up the high street, the sun beating down on her back had been exhausting. Finally reaching her third floor flat, she made a well deserved pot of tea. She planted the bulbs into her window box. In hope, the Daffodil would grow.

© Julie Hines 2009

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