Apr
05
I know that T.S. Elliot’s poem The Wasteland isn’t about gardens. It is idiosycratic, densely symbolic and ultimately about beauty and meaning in a modern world in ruins. Kind of appropriate for the way things seem in the world right now some times…but my post is about gardens in early April.
In that way, I always think of these lines when out in my garden for the first time each season…
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