My Mister Gatsby

Poet Liz Cowley reads "My Mister Gatsby" from her fantastic anthology for garden lovers "Outside In My Dressing Gown". Read more: ******

My Mr Gatsby The problem was, I loved your garden, but sadly, didn't love you too -- well, not as much, and not enough. I knew I couldn't marry you. I loved the rhododendron drive, the statues and the topiary. I loved the cedars on the lawn. You loved them too, and you loved me. I loved the gorgeous lily pond, a thousand blossoms floating there! I loved the kitchen garden too -- your own fresh produce everywhere. I loved the greenhouse -- what a dream, with loads of overhanging vines, and what is more, enough of them to make your own delicious wines. I loved the banks of lavender -- a mass of them, a stunning show, and gazing at the roses there while sitting on your patio. The love affair was not to be. I loved your garden, that was true -- but never loved you quite as much -- that's something that I couldn't do. And what a crying shame that was -- to love your garden with a passion, and love it so much more than you, and not, alas, in equal ration.