Titanarum

Here’s for all you arty types.

Imagine this: A square lawn of neatly cut grass enclosed on two sides by a curved hedge of purple blood beech no higher than the average adult chest. To the back the front of a contemporary house built from white painted brick. To the left a wooden trellis supporting a sweetly scented honeysuckle and a rambling pink rose (also scented). A young mimosa rises from a cut out circle in the lawn. Lime green columnar cypresses on either side of the dark wood door. I want that. And some other person has it. Just down the road some fancy garden architect has built this garden and a very lucky woman who lives in the house tends it. My jealousy is acid green. There’s something about the pink roses and the blood beech which is totally irresistible. And when those bluish tones are placed near lime green, the beauty of the combination arrests the eye. Meanwhile I’m growing mould on the window sill. I’m also trying to grow freesia bulbs in the propagator but my house is badly insulated and the radiator beneath is emitting heat so fierce my hair frazzles if I sit anywhere near it. The freesias don’t have a chance and still I try. I never give up, me.