I do like having a garden, there is a window box apparently in Japan, waiting for me. I was repotting my little seeds earlier, well, not so little really now, small plants they are now. And I do love sitting in my garden, ok its a yard with some pots but I do love it.
I think I’m proudest of the rose, it looked fairly rotten last year but it really responded to the hacking I gave it in January and now there are so many flowers on it and it has good green leaves that are really big and full, just like the flowers which keep on coming, if it does what it did last year it’ll flower until the winter. It’s such a beautiful big rose, and I don’t especially like roses it has to be said.
‘Rose of memory
Rose of forgetfulness
Exhausted and life-giving
The single Rose
Is now the Garden
Where all loves end’
Ok ok it’s Elliot again. But all the flowers in my garden are such colours with leaves and I water them and they grow and they reach up all along the wall and they’re so beautiful. I love to be outside, I love to garden, to dig and weed and plant. And just to be.
‘Forgetting ourselves and each other, united
In the quiet of the desert. This is the land which ye
Shall divide by lot. And neither division nor unity
Matters. This is the land. We have our inheritance.’