Garden, you are always there.
No day
No month
No year is like any other.
Between the sky and the earth
You watch and wait
But under that seemingly – calm exterior
you keep stock
You count the days
Weeks
Seasons
Taking pleasure in them
The sowing and the hoeing
The cutting and the tending
We think we control you
But it is you who controls us
Your heart beats to the tune of time
You see all
Know all
And though you die each year
The promise sticks fast
The promise that you will come again,
and again,
and again.
You are always there.
Myrna Moore
One of the Headingley Open Gardens collection. Click to see the full list