Sometimes guests are inspired to write poetry when they stay in the Garden Studio...
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Elena,
goddess of the sun, the moon and the stars Her copper green gaze across her damp empire the explosion of pink rhododendrons against a bank of ancient stained-glass windows from Rotterdam and the craigy old apple and its companions of pear and weeping willow An old wreck of a house piece by piece lovingly reinvigorated, reclaimed, resparkled back to a treasure on Kingston Street Gleaming sunny oak floors high ceilings and the puzzle of modern Art to go with the pleasure of the early morning coffee Maestro, watching, belly in the air, ready for any momentary affection I'm here, I rule this warm house and share the damp haunts of backyard with Elena Waiting for Gertrude and her other souls
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