If I knew I were to die in six months’ time, what would I do in the garden? Perhaps the notion of planting for a future I could not share would seem pointless. But I doubt it. Gardening transcends time. Gardens never exist in any one moment. They are like the sky or a river. Everything is just passing through, including, it seems, you and me.
Now, forgive me if this seems a trifle morbid. It is partly
