I loved

My grandmother’s garden.

It reminded me

Of one of those

Old-fashioned sweet shops.

You know the kind?

With serried shelves 

Of tempting concoctions,

Each one in its own glass jar?

Rhubarb and custard.

Aniseed Twists.

Bulls Eyes.

‘Winter Mixture’.

Her beds are laid out

Not just for colour

And texture

But to tempt

ALL your senses.

© Text Caro Ness 2016