Down on my knees, trowel in one hand, the other hand knifing through the soil, writing in my head, thoughts that go back and forth like the roots of the Vetch I’m trying to track down, that has gotten into someone’s garden. Weeding is something that I do hours on end, with a lot of thoughts going through my head. Snap! There goes a root I won’t get out today.
As a landscaper, I design a garden by putting the ideas in the ground, and then going back to care for it. I watch it grow into something that may or may not have been the original idea. That is the wonder of nature. Snap! I’ll have to come back to you some other day. Sometimes I feel like a Monk doing penance to nature for she has her own design.
Earlier this spring, we got a call from…
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