The south east corner of the high garden wall
has been extended slightly to form a curved,
slate-roofed, white-washed brick bower
with a wooden seat inset into the bricks.
The bower can be approached from two directions:
along a narrow, gravel path between
the eastern wall and a well tended copse
of hazel and sycamore, where wild garlic
is abundant in the spring; or edging
through the scant, unkempt, mossy space along
the southern wall – past a row of holly trees,
the back of a large thatched playhouse,
and the south side of the copse. From the bower,
on this last day of summer, the air
murmurs with bees, and sunlight lingers
among the leaves. The edge of the copse,
the high stippled wall, and the untrodden
pathway beckon, beckon.
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By David Selzer