I was given an orchard

By my grandmother,

A keen gardener,

Who encouraged me to be one too.

I loved the anticipation,

The excitement,

Of seeing blossom-laden trees

Become a supply of beautiful pears.

I still hand-pick them,

Because they bruise so readily,

And I always marvel at 

Their voluptuousness,

Both colour and shape,

And the sun bloom on their skin.

© Caro Ness 2016 

 

Photo: Veronica Sheather