I love a white garden and am gradually turning House’s garden over to white (with hints of black). I love the way the whites glow at night and the way they ‘pop’ with luminescence in the daytime…
I garden for the love of it. It’s a form of organic meditation. Worries become smaller within the scope of the outdoors and there is the tremendous reassurance that life is solid and strong and that good things come again and again. And in between 84,000 words here and 90,000 words there, it’s a regular part of life…