Some days the past crowds in. I spent the morning going through his computer files to make sure we had saved them all before they're deleted from the machine. Such a wealth of writing.
I also set about disposing of the dresser - thanks to my new cupboard, I don't need it any longer - and was silently apologising to Harvey as I made the phone call. He would never have agreed to it going.
But he would have loved my Taranaki garden trip, though he would have been deeply envious of their volcanic soil (we had the same kind in Mt Eden where I grew up), where everything grows magnificently. One of the loveliest things I saw was a commercial planting of flag irises, in every imaginable iris-colour combination..
I don't covet the grand gardens, I know how much work they involve, but thank goodness there are people who like to spend their time creating these marvels for near-non-gardeners like me to enjoy. It's very soothing just to wander round gazing at them and not thinking about anything else, past, present or to come.
It's amazing how long it takes to clear every nook and cranny of the past - at least those parts that need to go.ReplyDelete
The Taranaki garden looks so beautiful. Having grown up in Taranaki and then lived in Mt Eden, I took soil fertility for granted. I love to feast on other people's gardens - it's so good for the soul to dwell on beauty, especially when life seems just too sad. So glad for you that you were able to wander and drift and lose yourself in such soothing places.