'... labor, something which, like marriage and children,
I long ago vowed to avoid for the rest of my natural life ...'
I'm sure with you on the first, John, though your feeling
about the other two saddens me. Without them, my life,
at any rate, would have been both heartless & pointless.
It would also have been gardenless. Alongwith all
the other irreplaceables for which I owe her, one of
the least often acknowledged has been my wife's happiness
in making a garden for each of the houses we've shared.
Our present cottage one - & presumably our last -
is much the smallest. Half shaded by two big trees &
with bursts of colour between the stepping stones in
all the varying, not over-tamed green, I think it also
the most beautiful. It's what I have to look out at in
the early morning, waiting for the espresso to percolate.
Only now that we've been writing a little about such things,
do I realise just how deeply deprived I should feel if
it weren't there.
(Incidentally, anyone read the poem recently? I used
to think of it as an extremely dreary Victorian parlour
ballad. Then I heard Olivier recite the whole shebang.
Wow.)
Scottie B.
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