Lost and found is my eureka! blog, my rediscovery of my short fiction and poetry submissions published in literary magazines and university literary journals some decades ago. Interspersed, occasionally, with more recent, hitherto unpublished pieces.
The garden exquisitely times its surprises in a stage-managed expertise no less astonishing for its seasonal predictability. The drab but graceful spirea suddenly presents as an immaculately-worked bridal veil, its sweeping branches swooning with the sweet weight of its multitudinous blossoms of brief perfection. The rose bushes and climbing roses, rhododendrons and clematis vines, have thrust into succession their plump and shapely buds with rising expectations of days to come in their proudly exuberant displays of sun-kissed, dew-flushed blossoms beloved of bees and hummingbirds.
The blossoming lilacs and lilies-of-the-valley perfume the garden with the gorgeous fragrance of all earthly delights. The showiest, most petal-and-colour-delightful of all garden treasures erupt in a blaze of gentrified glory, as the perfect, rounded and layered buds of tree peonies burst open in a display of form, layered texture and breathless loveliness few other garden treasures can contest; the ultimate gift of perfection from nature's storehouse and an obedient garden, to its privileged host.
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