Friday, October 23, 2009

Marigold Border

Ada Waterman was proud of her little garden in the triangle between The Terrace and Marsh Lane. Along with the three fruit trees, raspberry canes and strawberries she had a little patch of annuals bordering the lawn. The market generally provided her with sufficient flowers and she was pleased as punch when her son Harold was old enough to express and interest in gardening. She sent him to the market for the plants.

"I want lobelia and alyssum," she said, "snap-dragons and marigolds. Something with a bit of colour."

He meant well, she could see that. She had to smile when she saw the results of his Saturday labours. Amongst the blues and whites of the newly-planted flowers were yellow rubber gloves, giving her garden the appearance of a plague of zombie housewives rising.

6 comments:

DJ Kirkby said...

lol, I didn't expect that!

Leatherdykeuk said...

*chuckles*
Thank you.

aims said...

Ahh! Too funny! And just darn cute.

Leatherdykeuk said...

Thank you Aims :)

stephanie said...

Oh, Harold. :) Too precious for words.

Leatherdykeuk said...

heh! Thank you!