by ELLEN BASS
A night gardener
I used to resent the night:
the struggle and strain to get to sleep,
the struggle and strain to stay asleep
so I could struggle and strain through another day.
I would turn over and over like a rotisserie hen,
bemoan the slightest noise
or crinkle in the sheet.
But now I am a night gardener.
I tend the night nursery.
Blessing seeds are fertilised and mulched.
Thoughts and worries sink into the rich dark beds of the subconscious.
Spindly and unhealthy growth is pruned and culled.
I keep a written record of the labours and fruits of my nightly cultivation
before they flee into my forgettery.
I let the dog out to chase the neighbourhood cats,
gaze at the night sky,
listen for the haunting call of the morepork,
feel the night air fill my lungs and chill my toes,
take a sip of spring water,
and snuggle beneath the sheet
ready to be transformed once more in my night garden.
I am a night gardener
and the fruit of this nightly toil
is the paradox of
a restful, creative, blessing-filled day.
The template I selected
was the elongated body
and stuffed arms.
The arms seemed a bit chunky
but I figure you have to be muscular to
tend the night garden:-)
I chose a black velvet with a rose pattern -
it said to me
"I am a night gardener".
I tore strips of the selvedge
to create her hair.
Her black velvet heart
is stitched on with a gold running stitch.
Her black stuffed arms
hold a gold flower -
picked from her night garden!