tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079722435186265697.post5635156662656785732..comments2023-07-17T04:07:46.354-07:00Comments on Gardener in the Distance...gardening and belonging in Ballarat.: Gardener, QuietGardener in the Distancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14478393904059307841noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079722435186265697.post-28539913958894754812011-06-01T01:01:30.528-07:002011-06-01T01:01:30.528-07:00Thankyou, Andrea. Sometimes it takes forever to pu...Thankyou, Andrea. Sometimes it takes forever to put a poem's few lines together, but I like the distillation process.Gardener in the Distancehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14478393904059307841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079722435186265697.post-13636213034051336772011-05-31T18:57:02.458-07:002011-05-31T18:57:02.458-07:00This is lovely, and makes me feel peaceful and ser...This is lovely, and makes me feel peaceful and serene and we all need moments like that. Thank you.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15451777566497814274noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079722435186265697.post-8635980742600377672011-05-31T01:12:28.035-07:002011-05-31T01:12:28.035-07:00Thankyou, Nicholas. When I was writing this, I was...Thankyou, Nicholas. When I was writing this, I was remembering my grandfather's garden, large enough for a small boy to get almost lost in. I see that memory as an introduction to much of what's followed.Gardener in the Distancehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14478393904059307841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079722435186265697.post-84467812917820191302011-05-30T23:14:01.985-07:002011-05-30T23:14:01.985-07:00Lovely poem, Faisal! Gardens are the smiles of our...Lovely poem, Faisal! Gardens are the smiles of our souls, visualised...Intellibloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04262938291462934103noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079722435186265697.post-66328794167269383812011-05-30T15:50:16.820-07:002011-05-30T15:50:16.820-07:00Thankyou indeed, Michael.Thankyou indeed, Michael.Gardener in the Distancehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14478393904059307841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079722435186265697.post-75571536801684428872011-05-29T18:24:08.012-07:002011-05-29T18:24:08.012-07:00Faisal,
This really beautiful. Thanks.Faisal,<br />This really beautiful. Thanks.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14771120380247636617noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079722435186265697.post-46012870146707824572011-05-28T07:37:11.514-07:002011-05-28T07:37:11.514-07:00Yes, I can't stop writing. I had begun my adul...Yes, I can't stop writing. I had begun my adulthood as a poet, but gave it away, because I couldn't stand trying to sell it...I thence became practical, in reality my weakest point. <br />What I love about your site, and blogging generally, is the liveliness. <br />Thankyou, both of you, for caring.Gardener in the Distancehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14478393904059307841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079722435186265697.post-6200998692745929582011-05-28T07:04:22.584-07:002011-05-28T07:04:22.584-07:00Hello Faisal:
We have been in touch, one way or an...Hello Faisal:<br />We have been in touch, one way or another, rather a lot this weekend!<br /><br />This poem is, once more, beautifully atmospheric, and we love the image of 'hands tilling,/grew branches.Jane and Lance Hattatthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16831890261259302647noreply@blogger.com