In a seed shop, as the dry seeds trickle through my fingers, it requires the imagination of a poet to see that ‘in my hand a forest lies asleep’. But in my hand, or maybe requiring both hands, I can hold a shallow pot containing a miniature forest tree, or Read more
Spring is a time of re-awakening, of the beginnings of new things, of hope, of fresh promises. The sleep of winter comes to an end. This is the time when the Bonsai grower re-awakens. The sap begins to stir in his little trees. And in his mind he begins to Read more
21st March 1977 As I walk around my garden I am not always thinking as a gardener. My mind does not always analyse the gardening situation, the need for pruning, the arrival of the time for applying a good mulch, the first signs of the black fly invasion. And Read more
17 January 1977. ‘If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?’ – and there is no if about it, Winter has come. As I write, in mid-January, there is chaos by road and rail, power-supplies are damaged, disorganisation is widespread. The agent of this disruption is a tiny fragile Read more