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A Genial Gardener

Suzanne

A tribute to the Squire’s Uncle Danny, who passed away on Saturday. A man I only knew for approximately a quarter of his 80+ years, though the Squire knew him all of his. So many good memories of hours spent chatting over lunch or a cuppa, setting the world to right.

His garden was a treat to wander around, trees laden with fruit and flower beds, and his vegetable garden was always abundant with produce. When leaving his and Marlene’s home, we felt rejuvenated by their positive energy and love of life.

A blue butterfly and forget-me-nots

Thank you to you both with love from us.

Forget-me-nots
I knew him as a gentleman,
His voice carried softly, like flowers on a summer breeze
Hands strong enough to cultivate his veggie garden
Yet gentle enough to slice freshly baked bread

He was a gentleman,
His garden harvesting was yours and mine.
He towered over his garden with height,
And cast a shadow of deep love.

He was a gentleman,
An early riser, face chiselled from the sun,
Days interspersed with nourishment and chatter,
His heart, his garden, moulded from pure gold.

He was a gentleman,
And sometimes totara trees fall,
But in his wake, he left
Waves of love to last for generations.

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