Many of you will know that Spring is my favourite time of year and I promised to share some pictures of my garden and here they are. I hope you enjoy them.
The words: “He hoped that by remaining where he was, he might do some good, even there.” – Nicholas Nickleby by Charles Dickens
The Garden of Solace
The little row of houses, each one a match of the one next to it, looked so tranquil and idyllic, yet they hid a dark secret.
Walking the path through beautiful gardens, you couldn’t hear a noise, except for the peaceful buzzing of bees and some birdsong, yet deep beneath the buildings people would writhe in torment and screamed out in agony as they received electrotherapy.
He tried his best to bring comfort to the patients while the doctors used medieval methods to heal their sick minds. He thought many times of leaving, to work in less traumatic conditions but he hoped that by remaining where he was, he might do some good even there.
He extinguished his cigarette by grinding it into the chalk path with the heel of his boot and returned to his job tending those tranquil gardens and gathering bouquets of flowers to soothe damaged souls.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 06/July/2019
This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday Challenge, click on the link below to see the original post:
It isn’t too late to take part in this challenge if you’d like to. The challenge ends on Wednesday evening when I will post all the entries that have been received for this week and a new challenge will begin again on Thursday.
I have also included the following word prompts:
This is a picture of my garden, taken last year.
When I feel threatened by the world troubles
when Jeopardy gatherers all around,
I take sanctuary in my tranquil garden
where nature’s bounty doth surround.
I feel energy seep back into my soul,
I regenerate in this time and space,
then return to fight and reach my goal,
to make the world a better place.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 24/May/2019
I have included the following word prompts.
My True Desire is
Just to sit in the garden
and watch my chickens.
A few days ago I wrote a short story about a boy called Jeremy. I received so many lovely comments about this story that I thought I would write some more about this character.
If you want to read the first Adventure of Jeremy, click here:
Keith Channing on his blog, Keith Kreates, hosts a picture blog, this weeks picture is below:
Here is his post:
and here is my tale:
Jeremy wanted to go outside in the garden and continue his quest for the holy grail, but it had begun to rain. Normally, he wouldn’t have worried too much, after all the Knight of the round table had to put up with a lot worse than a bit of rain, but he was supposed to be looking after his little sister, Jennifer, and she didn’t like getting wet. She didn’t really like playing Knights of the round table either, especially after the time he said she was a Damsel in distress and tied her up with a blanket, against a tree. Her cries probably scared away every bird and animal in the whole park. His mother had come running up and that put an end to that adventure pretty quickly!
He suffered a great deal of dispraise from his Mother for that incident. He would never have hurt her, he was just going to tie her up and then rescue her, but she was two years younger than him and didn’t seem to understand about King Arthur or his Knights.
So instead of his preferred adventure, he remained indoors. He picked up the folder that contained all his most precious documents, letters from King Arthur, sealed at the bottom with a piece of red wax, taken, with the tacit agreement of his Mother from the outside of some cheese he’d found in the refrigerator and melted down to provide an authentic looking seal. He’d used one of his dad’s cufflinks to press into it, to make the shape of a shield. He also kept some drawings he’d done of what Camelot looked like. He decided to take out a blank piece of paper and draw a picture of the Lady of the Lake, the mysterious lady who had given King Arthur his famous sword, Excalibur.
After a little while, Jeremy decided that he wanted something else to do.
Leaving Jennifer to play with her toys, Jeremy went in search of his chemistry set.
He had received the Chemistry set for Christmas, it had been something he had really wanted, that was before the desire to become a Knight had taken over. Unfortunately, when he came very close to blowing the house up with it, his parents confiscated his Chemistry set and hid it away somewhere. Now he decided that rather than be a Knight, he would be like Merlin and use his Chemistry set to create a magical elixir instead.
However, before he could complete his quest to find his Chemistry set, it was time for lunch.
Before he was able to enjoy his meal, he had to go into the garden and feed his pet rabbit, Gwenivere. He had found the little rabbit on his last quest and had begged his Mother to be allowed to keep her. She had only relented on the condition that he looked after her. So he took out some carrot tops and lettuce and gave them to Gwenivere, who was pleased to see him. Giving her a gentle stroke behind the ears, something she seemed to really like, he then ran inside to have his lunch.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 19/February/2019
This story contains the following word prompts:
Today’s prompt: chemistry, blanket, mailbox
Photo by Gavilla @ Pixabay.com
“Excuse me, we’re lost. Can you tell us where we can find a hotel?”
“Sure, Buddy, straight down there, turn right at the garden centre. It’s number 11. The best hotel in town.”
When they arrived a sign by the door said: “Welcome to the House of Desire”.
“Looks nice,” Keith said.
This story was written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales Challenge:
My story for last week’s challenge can be read here:
I’ve also included the following word prompts:
A sunken garden
Nothing is more enticing
than natures bounty.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 18/July/2018
For ages I have wanted to post multiple pictures in a post and I have only been able to show one featured image.
Thank fully I received some simple instructions that I could understand and finally here is a post with multiple pictures.
I would like to thank
For helping me.
Also I want to tag Shelley who I promised to show some pictures of my garden.
You can tell I am very fond of Lavender. Most of my plants are bee friendly and I’m proud to say I have lots of honey bees and bumble bees in there. Also lots of butterflies.
And these are my four hens.
The White one is called Angelica and the Brown one is called Adelaide.
I’ve had these just over a year and they are quiet, lovely hens and they lay almost every day.
The Black hen is called Maggie, short for Lady Margaret and the speckled hen on the right is Esmerelda. These two are new, I only got them 2 weeks ago and they are still settling in.
So, I hope you like my pictures. 🙂
Today I would like to share with you all a picture of my allotment.
It may not be much, but I am pleased with it.
This plot is actually a half size plot, which is the length of a tennis court but half it’s width.
Back in October 2016 when we took over the site, it was a bit different.
Most of the site, except for one small patch near the shed and another patch at the far end was covered in Couch grass, nettles, brambles and various other plants of the weed variety. It also had a very large heap of rubbish piled up in the middle of it, and the shed was falling to pieces.
By taking a section at a time we have gradually reduced the weeds and last year we managed to grow Runner beans, Courgettes (Zuchini), Japanese Onions, Jerusalem Artichokes (Sunchokes) and had some blackcurrants and redcurrants.
This year we are expanding and in addition to those crops we are also growing, Garlic and Elephant Garlic (Massive but milder than usual garlic), Red Onions, Sweetcorn, Potatoes, Gooseberry’s, Rhubarb, Sugar snap peas and Saffron Crocus.
I’ll tell you if it was successful later in the year.
All the best.
This is a photograph of a beautiful Magnolia tree that we were lucky enough to acquire when we bought our house.
I don’t know exactly how old it is, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it was older than I am.
I turned 40 last November.
We are custodians of beautiful trees so that they can give the next generations as much pleasure as they have given us. Our ancestors planted them and cared for them so that we too could take pleasure in them.
Often trees are planted by people with true vision who know they won’t actually benefit themselves but are making life better for the future.
So this is more than a beautiful magnolia tree.
It is a symbol of beauty.
A symbol that we must pass on.