the garden

now, hers is the only house in the vicinity with a garden. others have covered the open space next to the car port or porch with cement render.

so her garden seems like an oasis, a patch of green surrounded by grey man-made cement floors.

she often wonders why other house owners do not appreciate a lawn. a garden. so green. so refreshing.

do they not realise the coolness of  a grass covered lawn in front of their houses? do they not see the million dewdrops hanging and balancing so precariously on slender grass blades each dawn? like so many diamonds in the grass...

and little birds that would stop awhile saying hello on little branches and boughs of trees. even on the fragile heliconia leaves. the multi-colored butterflies flitting and hovering over prim jasmines and loud red roses. the endless bounties of nature...

and raindrops washing clean all leaves and plants. bringing out a luxuriant sparkle so pleasant to the eyes....

instead of making loud noises as they drop onto metal deck roofs installed till the gates. these additional makeshift looking roof extensions, reddish in hue, do not in any way contribute positively to the facade of the houses. in fact they make the houses look like those in slum areas.

ah well, to each his own...