I love that sculpture in the last photo!
Here is a version of the poem I sent in to the Gardeners World Poetry Competition, the poem that won was really good, I wish I could write like that.
THE SCENTS OF SEASONS
My garden is scented by froths of white sweet peas and the rose
Compassion. June brings bolting spinach, fat broad beans, furry podded,
chervil and coriander, lacy yet strong,
lovage large and thuggish - but oh! the earthy celeryness of it.
Autumn will be red with damsons, beetroot and bloody
scratches from pruning gooseberry and rose, clearing veg beds
to compost; break down the old to grow the new.
January, the car marooned on the icy drive; cabin fever looms.
In the shiny new greenhouse I potter foolishly among
pelagonium, bay and apricot, dreaming of other times.
My garden is scented by... early spring? It's full of dead things,
but I sense, scent, see the secret pushing, unfurling,
I have loved it all year waiting for this.