Every spring I lose my house —

it likes to disappear —

behind the flowers and bushes

that grow so fast round here.

No more bare old branches,

no more empty beds;

there’s greenery and colour

that everywhere turns heads.

Spring wakes up my garden,

puts magic in the air,

along with different scents

a-drifting here and there.

Springtime at an old miner’s cottage, Creswick, Victoria. Photo by Ginette Pestana