Laughing At Something The Tree Said!

The flowers live here. This garden is their home. Time is meaningless. They all believe they are the only flower that ever existed. And when they visit next summer they can't believe they've gone to seed & act as if they were the same flower of time gone by. Their belief in themselves ...unrelententingly un-repentently. From the open kitchen window of the house next door Strauss's Radetsky March strikes up & the dozy house wakes up its doors & windows looking startled. i almost expect the flowers to fall into step & march out of their beds out of the front gate down the street keeping a regimented brisk pace. But they don't. They just chat back & forth to the breeze tickling the hedge laughing at something the tree said.