Two weekends ago we went to an open garden day in our neighbourhood. One of the gardens was long, wide and bursting with oxeye daisies. They were waist high with a simple grassy path weaving through the middle – an absolute joy. People said yes but what is the garden without the daisies, what happens for the rest of the year? Well yes, but… have you seen the daisies? Monday On the way to the earthworks someone has enclosed their garden with a second fence, erected just inside the first. The first fence has been collapsing for a while. I wonder if the owners think this is how fences work. Like a snake shedding skin, gardens shrug off old fences which sink back into the earth when new ones arrive. I guess that could be true, but for all the concrete and tarmac. The wood is green, dense and humid today, full of vocal wrens. As I leave, a regular walker I’ve yet to name overtakes me on the path. A bright yellow leaf has attached itself to the back of his head and as he has headphones on,…
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