Rockhollow: In Hand

Weather: Warm sun, light breeze  
Plant of the day: Alyssum    
Creature of the day: European Hornet    
    
I cut the grass today,    
something of a backstreet barber job,    
with knicks and strays about    
but it looks better for tending.      
     
The main lawn, the swing lawn and the path down to the reserve all had my attention, with strimmer and mower,    
as well as a round of the Comfrey -      
avoiding the Hornet resting.    
     
After, I planted Alyssum in the fruiting bed in-between strawberries and creeping thyme,      
allowing those little, white flowers to be companions for the others,      
preventing breathing space for awkward weeds.      
     
I hoed the vegetable plot for stray wild carrot and geranium and grass,    
beneath variegated privets, behind our bike shed,    
I whispered sweet nothings to the tadpoles in passing, promising food on my return.      
     
The day flowered such purity within my bones,
the poison of hours running on empty with forced choices - pouring as yoke from egg,
pouring down the cracks in old brickwork to dank soil, by light - unseen.    
     
Quietly, I wait for life to resume,      
a life filled with love and demand,    
a life I don't resent at all.    
This silence is the Ying to it's Yang.