Photo: BBC Gardener’s World Forum
“… flowers fall amid our longing and weeds spring up amid our antipathy.” Dogen
One Day There's a corner of my garden where I nurture neglect, not much grows there except tenacious weeds who are visited by long draughts of distant leaves, where the sod is stiff and unresponsive, cluttered with roots and lost aspirations, a vacuous plot of hopes and dreams that mock my inertia, clouded by dark towering shrubs that refuse to light my way, leaving no room for change, sucking my energy just to look at it, putting it off to another day, a years delay, well one day, someday, I will transform it. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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