Garden Wet with Rain
by Christine Breen
In the garden wet with rain Mt Fuji ‘Shirotae’ hangs onto her yellowing frock in mid December, despite the wind, despite the rain. She’s got grace, she’s got style. She’s my kind of tree, with her knobbly twigs and canker sores. In May she delights with her white blossoms that skirt the blooming earth like the dresses in Monet’s ‘Femmes au jardin’. Seven months later she’s beyond stoic. She’s the Helen of Troy of my garden.