My parents came up this weekend and we set to work on my ex council house garden. We've spent the time weeding the borders, ripping up brambles and cutting back bushes. We've cut the grass and I even cleaned out one of the drains!
The grass was getting pretty long, and although it was cut about a month after we moved in, it was great to really get our teeth into it (not literally, I used gloves and tools like other normal humans...) My Mum and Dad heroically pulled up a bramble bush and cut up everything small enough so we could take it to the tip. It was fantastic to know that we had removed the weeds, and I even rediscovered some shape and some beauty. It was quite amazing.
There was something redemptive about the whole thing. By this I mean that I felt involved in the act of changing something, being involved in the growth of other things, helping and nurturing something back into its fullness of life and helping it to find its potential. I might sound like a hippie, but I don't care: my garden is a place of life and somewhere with a fresh start now. I hope I can contribute similiarly to the people we work with.
Monday 19 May 2008
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