Gardens and grey thoughts

Metaphors, frailty, magic in dirt

Morning darklings,

This past week, I went to a garden near my house. Usually, I go for a walk every other day—even if it’s just to the end of my driveway. But that’s not been happening. So it was a Red Letter Day.

Gravel and dirt and tree knots instead of cement made it a journey into a forest rather than a stroll into a landscaped display.

And so like a …