Friday, October 26, 2012
I haven't got alot to say often and though I love gardening it can be an effort to find something new to say each week. Having written poetry since I was a teenager, it's only appropriate I substitute a regular gardening post with an evocation of what it is that drives me, in this world, a sense of taking care, where taking care may be entirely unfashionable. It isn't for fashion that a garden is made, however much a garden uses fashion. A garden, to me, is always a gateway, a promise of regeneration, a view of things.