Gardening Stories

It was about a week later. Linda Crawley was on her way to see Dot about a Saturday event. At forty-two Linda was a little younger than her friend. A tangled mass of short brown hair fell over her face. She was shorter and stouter, but was still attractive as a result of her fitness programme. Unlike Dorothy, she was more sexually aware, however. She could be cheeky on occasions, even when it was a little inappropriate. M...

Jonathan, or ‘little Jonny,’ as he was affectionately known, even though he was now eighteen, was on holidays from college and desperate to earn some cash. As it happens, his mother had been chatting to Dorothy Chester recently, and she started to describe the plans she had for improvement of the big garden at the Chester family home. When she mentioned needing some help to get started, his mother immediately thought of J...

The sun, the ancient sun, is higher now,bringing summer with its fireflies at night,its green and fragrant fields, my sweaty brow,while on my knees planting in the radiant light,and there, my mind drifting off like clouds,white against the blue, is like a sailing shipgoing its indifferent way to some horizon,perhaps to you, far away, where I can slipinto your life and with a touch, surprising you, kiss your lips before I...