Saturday, November 19, 2011
The garden and modern divorce
The crisis that is global warming and in Scotland's case rampant global driechness has driven a wedge between me and our large and beautiful garden. We had neglected one another and were no longer on good speaking terms. I needed to reconnect, to get down, get dirty and once again appreciate my creaky and malformed horticultural relationships. After some intense counseling I was ready to venture out and (under close medical supervision) once again lie down, face down in the glistening morning dew. For me it was a vivid and character changing experience which moved me to my very soul. These photos reveal the results but the true life affirming effects are travelling onwards far away beyond the soft machine and over the bright and speckled clouds.
It's cold and miserable out there.
The fence keeps getting blown down.
The unmentionable tree chopping thing and the departure of the Ents.
A mouse ate its way through the HT lead on the strimmer.