Lounging in the garden.
Gardening in the lounge.
Now that I’ve weeded the skirting boards
And have mown the emerald carpet,
I’ll admire the dense ivy wallpaper
While settling down in front of the widescreen beehive
To watch my favourite:
Strictly Come Waggle Dancing.
With weathered green fingers
I’ll remove my wellington slippers,
Toss another log on the bonfire
And into my Prop Up armchair I’ll slump;
My feet on its footstool companion.
Pillows of the softest feathers and down
Lie upon a slender frame of red-stained oak
With serpentine springs.
From Norway an outdoor aesthetic
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