My mother’s garden

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My mother and I are coming to terms. It used to be that I thought her garden too untended and unruly. Now it seems verdant, and brimming with life. She understands texturing. She knows what will grow where. Years ago, she took up the lawn and installed elaborate water features. I thought she was mad, now I greatly admire her sense of conviction.

The day we were there, our first trip to England with Gerda, the sun was bright and warm but mum’s garden has more than enough shaded vantage points. We sat and talked and drank tea and I took these shots.

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