April in Rockhollow

 
Title: April in Rockhollow  
 
One of Thirty
Unique words: Eighty-eight

#NaPoWriMo2019
 
The gate is open, great tits sing within,  
hidden in branches of Apple and Cherry,  
a blossom such unblemished white is not to be missed,  
in the shelter of this sunken garden.  
 
You can admire small tadpoles at the edges of our pool,  
or bumblebees with heads sunk into Aubrietia,  
see an odd butterfly resting on the dandelion speckled lawn  
as a scared squirrel dashes by.  
 
Forget me nots and nigella are carefully seeded in cracks in old paths,  
ending with tulips that grow taller in terracotta pots.  
In truth, my day passes gay and much faster  
with spade and pair of boots and aperitif as an afternoon reward.