Monday Morning #Haiku 72 — Nature In Abeyance

Friston Manor

Stone deities guard
manicured strip of garden:
Weeds, pests, shoes banished.

Author: Sarah Potter Writes

Sarah is a British eccentric who writes offbeat fiction, haiku and tanka poetry. When stuck for words, she sketches or paints instead. She's into nature conservation, sustainability, gardening, dogs, natural health, and reading. Her sociability is something that happens in short bursts with long breathing spaces in between.

16 thoughts on “Monday Morning #Haiku 72 — Nature In Abeyance”

  1. Well, I am glad to hear they weren’t weeping angel statues, even though they were kind of forbidding! Beautiful photo and words of this secret sort of garden, nonetheless.


    1. You could spend an afternoon here, Sherri, or rather we could together — not in the rock pool of course, but in the haven and estuary. It is part of a local beauty spot, not far from Lewes. There’s a good pub with yummy lunches nearby, too 🙂 xxxx

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    2. Now I’m getting in a muddle between posts, Sherri. I thought you were commenting on the “fish in the rock pool” post, but, yes, Friston Place isn’t far from Lewes either, but is only open once a year, I think. Silly me. My brain has flown out with all this technical stuff it’s fighting to understand at the moment. What a noddle head I am 🙂 xxxx


      1. Something fishy going on here Sarah, haha 😀 I love your idea of spending an afternoon at the other place you mentioned – the rock pool too if it happens to be open!! – sounds delightful and we must make plans as soon as we are able! Hope you are getting on well with all that techy stuff, thinking of you and will email soon 🙂 xxxx

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      2. I am getting on quite well with the techy stuff, but it’s rather diverting me from the read-through from hard copy. It’s a case of putting the cart before the horse, as I should finish the read-through so my beta readers can have a check of the MS 🙂 xxxx

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    1. The garden in this picture doesn’t belong to me, but to a very wealthy gentleman. It’s part of his estate, which he opens to the public once a year to raise money for the local hospice. I seem to remember loads of squirrels in the deciduous woodlands that formed part of his estate, so I’m guessing the team of gardeners who work the estate have found a way of allowing but controlling the squirrel population.
      I sometimes get a squirrel visiting my garden in the autumn, but my dog warns it off. One year I had an albino squirrel with ruby eyes visiting. My dog is a snob, so she allowed that particular one to visit because it looked so posh compared to the common greys!


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