A Garden of One’s Own

I put five plants into the ground and it made me so happy that I cried.

I look at the places that are neglected in the garden. Those dark places, those dirty places, the bits you don’t look at, underneath your plant, deep in the dirt around the edges, in the spiders’ webs, in the decaying leaf matter. Those are the places to look, those are the places I give attention to when I’m gardening.

A garden of one’s own is a place to work things out, to criticise, to reflect, to experiment, to compare your garden to someone else’s and redefine yourself. My garden is a place where I work out who I am.

I want a space with random spots of beauty, I want flowers to pop up where I least expect them. I want a place to sit and be happy, amongst all the messiness.