Tourists often stop and take photographs of the red hot pokers at the bottom of our drive.
They get up close to the splendid display, focus, bend their legs slightly and brace for the snap.
Japanese men take the photographs home and show them to their friends.
This is the woman I fell in love with over there they say.
Unfortunately her mother is dying and she cannot leave her.
American women take the photographs home and show them to their friends and say this is a man I fell in love with over there. We were on a bus tour together. It was his second time and he showed me all the sights. He was a real dag. We had a real fun time. His name is Reg. We are planning an underwater wedding.
© Jenny Bornholdt