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It is the moment just before that we
live over and over in its only time
and then recount to those who were not there
the beginning still echoes in laughter
but resounds unrecognized every time
and never comes back to begin again
there are no words for calling after it
and when it went it left no memory
but the sound of the running sheep calling
to the evening from the darkening hill
what they are calling as they run is Wait
what each one of them is calling is WaitW S Merwin, From Time to Time : Garden Time
I’ve greeted sheep, cattle, Blencathra and clear blue open sky today. And I’ve made a satisfying start on the late summer Lakeland garden trim, prune and clear-up. My face is glowing in sunlight and my every muscle feels stretched. I’ve been feeling very grateful to my dear friend Bob, who takes such great care of the place when I’m away. Gardens are sanctuary spaces, aren’t they? – they speak to our imaginations, gladden our hearts and minds, exercise our bodies, and touch our souls. Bob and I will lay new breathable membrane and 25 large bags of 20mm gravel this coming weekend, further design to keep the garden low-maintenance and well trimmed.
wind in my wheels 🌱 