“While my hands are busy, my mind is free. I look to the full foliage summer produces and the sparsity winter brings and try to follow its lead. I look to the aphids and black spot which permeate those very leaves I have been carefully pruning and watching, as the buds continue to mature and bare lavish colours, the insects delight in as they hover and zip past. It is within a garden we find ourselves not only caring for that which is living, thriving and growing but appreciating its complexities, and transience.”
The layering, furling, and unravelling nature of a single rose is stirring.