The Kilbarchan-based artist, poet, and author, Rosaleen Orr, has died.

In this charming snippet of a poem she turned her thoughts to surreptitious cultivations, whether real or imaginary.

MIDNIGHT GARDENER

The midnight gardener

Steals a March in April

Bending the starchy rules

Feels like making April fools

Of proper horticulturalists

Who go by several books

At the end of the day

Moonlighting through May

Ignoring their strictures

His midnight garden at noon in June

Looks pretty as several pictures