In this toy littered Garden I tend to br scan the background. Long moments br br spent staring at the Evergreens br as they bend and bow in the wind. br br Sometimes when the Garden is not br enough for tired little minds I watch br br The seagulls dart towards the earth br before gliding over fence and frames. br br Today I took note of the Olive tree that br stands just a little from my smoking seat. br br There in silent glory it waited. on its fragile br branches tiny green rock hard unformed br br olives clung. And for all of thirty seconds br I considered ringing him, a way to break br br the year long silence, A reminder of his br parting gift. Being the man I am I closed br br the door on tree and thought and br awarded myself a self pitying sigh.