Princess Lily


Almost how the garden looked today

Mr cuts the grass. I kick my flip flops under the pampas, to keep shady, and walk around the garden with Rabbit. He favours the perimeters; nips off the tips of blackberry shoots that have escaped the brutish mower. My washed hair is drying in the sun, absorbing the rich light. The lawn I admire as manicured. Rabbit has his harness, the red one with the gold bell, and matching lead. Leaky hosepipe sounds like a water feature; a long tumble of water over imaginary marble steps. We require a statue, I say to myself, so that Rabbit and I may take a turn about it, and speak of it later over dinner with dear friends. I shall tell them that I wore the long cotton skirt with the rose print; the darling rose print; and so admired the pastoral composure of the astutely cultivated fields. 

Dog and Rabbit share some shade: taken before the lawn was chopped, one should add

Comments

  1. Friko3 September 2012 at 22:40

    I sincerely hope you remembered to take your parasol.
    One's skin is too delicate to expose to the harmful rays of the sun. So common.

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  2. The Cranky4 September 2012 at 01:18

    Perhaps a statue of Alice for the image of Wonderland you've created...

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  3. Geo.4 September 2012 at 02:25

    Delightful garden --even the imaginary bit. No green grass here yet. Wouldn't mind a rabbit --such abrupt creatures.

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  4. Lynn Proctor4 September 2012 at 15:18

    so lovely!

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  5. unikorna4 September 2012 at 15:24

    I simply adore your story telling style...it's inviting and engaging :) whatever the subject might be. I love your writing.

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  6. Suze4 September 2012 at 15:28

    'I shall tell them that I wore the long cotton skirt with the rose print;'

    Very strange. I've been thinking about a skirt like this. Do you remember in the early nineties when women wore skirts like this with heavy boots?

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  7. Lisa Southard4 September 2012 at 20:46

    My, what a gorgeous line of commentary! Feeling quite bashful! Friko, do not worry, the parasol was in full spoke. Jacqueline, an Alice statue would be apt here indeed. Geo- Rabbit is charmingly abrupt, most entertaining company. Lynn and Unikorna- being appreciated is the most splendid feeling. Suze, this morning I was dressed in a long skirt and my walking boots- hedgerow chic!
    Thank you everyone, you made my day! :-)

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