Thursday, April 12, 2007

Taken Out Of My Hands

I am alarmed to find my garden transformed into rows of raised beds built out of brick and slate. Wild seashore plants have been set in the soil, the kind of plants that Derek Jarman would find for his garden in Dungeness. Tony tells me that our new neighbour Steve had apparently decided to dig it over. He had no right to. So is this how it is going to be from now on?
When I wake I have a strong sense that this situation is familiar and strangely invigorating.

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