Memories Brought Home, Savannah's Blog
Memories Brought Home Volunteer Savannah has written a blog post, inspired by sitting in the Physic garden in Petersfield.
Perched in a garden, the foliage is alive.
Fairies with perfumed petals lilt Summers song, their fragile bodies adorn beautiful dresses. A lovely green, intricately woven from strands of sunshine and embroidered with jewelled dew drops as late morning approaches.
Below them, the tall green grass stands as proud Nobles who chatter among themselves. There is not one who is out of place, all wearing vivid colours of the earth in which they are bound to.
Abruptly, a gush of sea breeze from a faraway coastline sends a collective gasp of awe rippling through the masses and all sights are set on the glorious invisible woman.
As soon as she appears, she flees from the crowd and none call out for her to return apart from the harsh caw of the Magpie Prince.
Now he follows her relentlessly, heeding the call of his heart.
Yet capricious campanologists of bees do not hesitate in their bluebell ringing.
As stray feathers fall with sudden departure from His Highness, a pure white butterfly takes his place. She situates herself at Noble feet, spasming white wings finally coming to a rest. Her clambering legs are clumsy, not born for endeavours such as this. Yet still her determined little self seeks friendship with Noble seedlings.
Further west of unpolished heels stems a tree. Branches that waver like ribbons frozen in time, never to tie the bow and adorn Earth.
Lining this world of magic and unseen mayhem is a wall that stretches tall, a shield glossed with ivy leaves and armed with reaching boughs, he who protects the nation from those tall two-legged beasts.
Finally, pigeons. Useless excuses for guards strutting the sandy paths and flashing their motif of rare yet organised decoration upon their feathers, badges given to them from their fathers and their grandfathers.
And so on, nature continues and thrives in this ecosystem, in this garden.