GARDEN VISIT WITH DAD
Jed Fisheagle’s expression was stony
as Patty wheeled him round the gardens.
“I had hoped you’d appreciate the
nature and fresh air, Dad.”
“Air’s alright – I can smell the
pines from here – but nature? Huh! Those ain’t trees, all chopped about like
that.”
“They’re pollarded, Dad.”
“Whatever, they ain’t natural. And
water should be free, not walled in a pond full of fish a man can’t eat. Where’s
that coffee you promised?”
As Patty turned his wheelchair
towards the house, Jed swung his stick, toppling several stacks of stones. “Even
their signposts are wrong – this ain’t the way to the reservation.”
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Another picture prompt from Friday Fictioneers - thanks to https://rochellewisoff.com/
and to Sandra Crook who took the photo. I like trees to be natural - trimmed is okay, but never pollarded to within an inch of their lives - to this story couldn't be written any other way.
