I Love Your Bush


I was visiting one of my neighbour's and having a coffee with her. One of her friends called by to drop something off and came into the kitchen where we were sitting chatting. The kitchen window looks out onto the back garden and the friend said, "Ooooh, I love your bush." She was referring to the iridescent azalea bush blooming with colour. I noted this down in my mental notebook and, with an hour to kill between games of snooker, I thought I'd quickly make a plaque. Here it is.