Oil on canvas.

61 x 45.5cm

My mother in her allotment is a sight to be admired,

The way she cultivates and nourishes the earth,

Creating mesmerising displays of life in every shape, colour and size,

And each summer we reap a harvest,

Each one with it, carrying a story of its own,

Flowers will bloom in every corner,

Strings of dried chilli and garlic adorn our kitchen windows,

And fruit preserves line the top shelf of our fridge.

Home-cooked meals with organic produce,

Baked goods with sweet berry centres,

And every guest who visits will never leave empty-handed.

Through the cold, winter months,

Her garden patiently awaits her return,

She is the spring sun with her warm and tender touch,

Shining her light in the place where seeds know they will always be sown again.