So another year of growth is drawn back into the ground. Absorbed by mulch and microbe ne'er to be seen agen.
The garden is so much tidyer.
The conker tree has been replanted, there is a leaf mould pile, compost bins are singing "haleyllooooya" and i stink of squelchy slimey gunky fub cr'ap.
There is a cigerrererettte bucket for the smokers.
A candle lit shrine for the pilgrims.
A song for the weary,
an apple for the poor.
The thought that counts.x
Am slating the paths and we should have a garden party.
These few years with this one small patch...every year the relationship deepens and its world progresses.
It has been lovely to see this garden grow.
And it is becoming something truely beautifull.
IF you ever go into the garden, try to slow down. Breathe, look deeply into the shapes, the movements of the plants as they establish and climb into life.
There is wonder out there.
it is small.
and i love it.x
up and at it.