Flying babies and fledging thoughts.
Great Fledgespectations
Category: unspoken garden
Swift exit
Absent aerial fast friends, temporarily resident tits, and hedgehogs on film and on paper.
Hogging the line
Live and let hibernate.
Your global cube
We’re giving you all a piece of our garden.
The roof rack, the bench, the ironing board, the hedgehog and the fox
Recycling to recycle.
Hoe-digger’s Hog
Releasing a rescue hedgehog.
Speaking for the Unspeakable
The garden speaks continuously, day and night. It has spoken since long before it was enclosed ninety years ago, and it will never stop unless it becomes concreted ground. Even then it will speak again; just give it time. It has always been heard, we hear it all every day and read it continuously, but its messages are not conveyed. They remain within us.
Leaving
Autumn arrived late this year just in time for winter and for the leaving.
A person from the past
A person from the past appeared. He was suddenly there. He asked us if we liked our home And was it a happy place? We said it was. He said it had been When he lived here. He asked about the garden And did we like it? We said we did, very much It was … Continue reading A person from the past
Up the garden path
The twelve paths of the unspoken garden do not go anywhere but lead everywhere They go to places that do not exist.
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