Contest #31 shortlist ⭐️

A PARTNERSHIP WITHIN THE GARDEN

Submitted into Contest #31 in response to: Write a short story about someone tending to their garden.... view prompt

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Inspirational Speculative Happy


A modest little house stands alone, surrounded by a disorderly sea of green. Not that its garden is completely unkempt, but it is hardly a neatly regimented English garden, nor is it a beautifully manicured Mediterranean oasis. It is chaotic, colourful and cheerful.  

Behind the house, small square paving stones lead upwards past a pergola which leans over to one side under the weight of a well-established wisteria and is framed by clusters of tall papyrus stems. Beyond, there are smaller randomly-placed bushes and plants. Frankly, it is rather a mess, but you could say it is a pretty mess. Screening the house from peeking eyes stands a five-metre-high mass of bamboo whose fronds sway around in the breeze. Between a bare, blackened dead tree trunk and an acacia tree, hangs a faded hammock. It is not a large space and tapers to a point, bordered on both sides by the concrete walls of two neighbouring gardens.

It is a shady spot, a peaceful place, somebody’s secret retreat.

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I saw it for the first time on a sunny, golden Autumn afternoon when we came to view the property. The place had been empty for about a year and the garden was completely parched after two months of drought. When I stepped out to explore the overgrown space behind the house, the first thing to strike me was a rusty, old, lopsided pergola, strangled by an overgrown jungle of various weeds, vines and other plants. Upon closer inspection, I discovered the back of the structure was literally an old bedframe, held in place by rampant greenery entwined around and through the rusty bedsprings. Intriguing!

Venturing higher, I spotted strings of pearls, plastic ones that is, randomly draped around a huge Yukka tree with a trunk easily as thick as a man’s thigh. Were the beads possibly left-overs from some previous Christmas decorations? I wondered…

To continue my explorations, I was obliged to duck under a tangle of droopy, low-hanging fronds from a bottle-brush tree, almost knocking myself out on a tiny, suspended wooden bird house. From the look of the dusty grey cobwebs coating the interior I could tell it had obviously long since been abandoned by any feathered inhabitants. Curiouser and curiouser!

Unable to access the far end of the property as access was barred by a huge, untidy pile of dead branches, I was obliged to turn back, and promptly came face-to face with a two-metre-high tower of upturned flowerpots threaded onto a steel pole. Each one of these had been filled with earth, and sprouting from four or five of them were the dried-up thread-like remains of some form of hanging vegetation. Presumably it was meant as a statement. ‘Art for Art’s sake’, I supposed. From this angle, it held centre stage against a tall patch of impenetrable bamboo, strategically placed to shield the house. Whoever could have lived here? Was it all just a nonsensical mess? Or had the garden all been carefully organized by a genius? I wanted to meet these ‘Baba Cool’ gardeners!

I had no idea what many of the exotic-looking plants were called in this hotchpotch of unusual plant-life growing in what looked like wild abandon amidst weeds and dried grasses. It would have been so easy to miss the minute, hand-made, clay model of an African woman washing her clothes placed atop a smooth, white rock next to a clump of violets. By then though, I was on the lookout for the weird, wacky or wonderful!

It was the intricately carved Buddha statue I found hidden in the centre of a sprawling Brugmansia which finally clinched it for me. It was seated on a flat, olive-green pebble, nestling within four stout branches of this small but deadly Angel’s Trumpet tree. Winding their way around the statue’s arms were creeping vines, anchoring it firmly to the tree. It felt reminiscent of that ancient Cambodian temple, Angkor Wat, the “Tomb Raider” temple which is totally invaded by gigantic tree roots. I was enchanted!

The garden had completely bewitched me.

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We have come to an agreement, she and I. Not that she has tamed me, for that shall never be so, but nonetheless, we rub along together peacefully enough.

Up at my farthest point, she has installed a squat plastic container with a door at the bottom, and from where she pulls out her black magic now and again. It was unpleasant when she first disturbed me with her sharp spade, opening up my lid of hard-baked, crusty earth to tip in her mixture of dark, rich compost. Soon enough I understood though, as I felt energizing goodness seeping into the depths of my soul.

I love her too when the relentless, scorching summer sun bears down, and she drags out a long, yellow, coiled snake. From the mouth of her serpentine slave, she then revives me with the precious water I crave and invigorates my wilting babies’ thirsty roots.

Sometimes though, she tries to catch me unawares when she creeps stealthily around the corner armed with those dreaded secateurs behind her back. At terrible moments like that, I cringe and wonder which of my babies she is about to try and tame. I do not think she will ever conquer my sweet wild-child Jasmine though, no matter how harshly she cuts and prunes. At other times, she attempts to wage war on poor Daisy or defenseless little Clover, furiously plucking and pulling at them with a vengeance. Occasionally she might win one of these tiny battles, although as I have said, I will never permanently succumb to her wishes.

Still, I have noticed the pleasure she takes from watching me grow, blossom and bloom. When she comes to sit and rest for a while upon the old, twisted log she has placed under the pergola, I have my babies flutter their petals and then, Show-Off that I am, I bask in the admiration showing in her eyes.

Yes, we enjoy a great partnership when all’s said and done.


March 05, 2020 15:17

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Gloria Salazar
21:51 Mar 17, 2020

This is an interesting take on the prompt. The imagery is enjoyable as well. Good story.

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Shirley Medhurst
16:51 Mar 19, 2020

Thank you Gloria

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18:58 Mar 12, 2020

Lovely story, showing the garden's perspective is really clever.

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Shirley Medhurst
12:40 Mar 13, 2020

Thank you Jeremy, glad you enjoyed it

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Jane Thomson
01:39 Mar 11, 2020

nice the way you've personified the garden.

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Shirley Medhurst
20:36 Mar 11, 2020

Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed it

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Aisha Hashmi
17:17 Mar 09, 2020

I didnt understand it was the garden's viewpoint until the end, lol. Good writing!

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Shirley Medhurst
06:56 Mar 10, 2020

Many thanks for carrying on to the end Aisha..... hope you enjoyed it

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Amanda Mitchum
18:05 Mar 06, 2020

Very interesting take on this prompt. I love the viewpoint. Also, it was easy to visualize. 5 Stars!

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Shirley Medhurst
18:46 Mar 06, 2020

WOW Thank you so much for your great review, I really appreciate it

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Ola Hotchpotch
15:42 Mar 05, 2020

nice story. The garden is talking to you?

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Shirley Medhurst
19:48 Mar 05, 2020

Yes that’s right.... maybe an unusual viewpoint I know, but one I think about when I’m busy in my garden

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Ola Hotchpotch
04:19 Mar 06, 2020

I talk to my dogs all the time. I have heard stories about people talking to their plants and plants responding.

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Shirley Medhurst
06:39 Mar 06, 2020

I hear they like music too but haven’t tried that yet... 🤣

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Amanda Rose
20:02 Oct 31, 2024

Wonderful job!! I like how the imagery really popped out at me!! It was a wonderful mental picture :-) One thing though... (And It feels pretty ignorant of me to ask, but) what does 'baba cool' mean? Google's not giving me a straight answer, and maybe I'm just backwoods Alaskan enough that I don't get it, but I'm still wondering ;~)

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Shirley Medhurst
20:56 Oct 31, 2024

Hmmm, “Baba cool”… to me it conjures up the idea of ‘peace and love’, hippies/a bit bohemian, being in touch with nature, that kind of thing…. Does that make sense? Thank you for your lovely feedback, by the way - much appreciated 😁

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Amanda Rose
18:08 Nov 01, 2024

Yes, that does make sense, thank you!

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23:51 Aug 12, 2024

It's unique—a shortlisted one I had missed. It's genius to change the POV and so accurately describe the garden's take. Wow! No wonder it was shortlisted. Well done.

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Tom Skye
10:29 Oct 25, 2023

This was a clever idea and beautifully written. Interesting take on 'Mother Nature'. Great job

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Shirley Medhurst
08:42 Oct 26, 2023

Many thanks, Tom

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