I remember a snowman
I remember the magic whiteness of the world all round him.
Inside firelight flickered
As we made toast on a long fork.
I built a house with my big picture books
And called it “Elsa-Gretta”.
I had a painted, wooden parrot
And a wooden, rocking duck
And to help with garden chores –
A little wooden truck.
When summer came, the window frames were painted blue
I met Aubretia, Geums, Pansies;
Saw daisy chains and bubbles;
Dressed in net curtains and sparkly ‘diamonds’;
Went to buy tomatoes from the greenhouse where they grew;
Scent of fresh-cut grass promised days of sun and fun.
The paint smell has stayed with me down the years
And the wonderful scent of the greenhouse when three.