Katy's Garden

Why has my gardening blog gone dry? Is there nothing happening in the garden in september?

The garden has been stolen from me...

Cold wind is blowing... the old walnut in the meadow has gone yellow. The branches look darker, almost black, by contrast.

How much of a garden life is in the present, day to day activity, and how much is in the expectation of a thousand tomorrows?

I will not be here, one year from now. The garden was stolen from me. We are not to be joined any more... I will be leaving... soon, so much sooner than I thought. The link was broken, and I am a leaf in the wind. All the plans, all the dreams have been crushed and made dust.

I will be leaving next June.

The garden that I dreamed will never be, and the garden that is here, now, does not feel mine any more... so I think, a garden does live in the tomorrow... it would be to painful now, going out, being there alive and whole now, and think... "A year from now... no more...". Better to cease that link now, while the cold wind blows...

If I have to leave my garden, I wish I could leave now... in this dying autumn day. Not in spring... not in summer, with the flower buds growing, and the life sap running. Oh my dear Garden.

The one thing I cherish, the one meagre consolation, now that the garden was cut lose from my heart is that for the first time in 15 years I can see the fierce beauty of a windstorm... without fear.

Oh my dear Garden...






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