No, this isn’t a tribute to Cher. That title’s not even my
favourite Cher song. I didn’t even realise that I had a favourite Cher song until I started writing this post. I
think it must be that searing indictment of the hypocritical nature of
townsfolk against those who travel as part of their life – ‘Gypsies, Tramps and
Thieves’. I like this song even more because until very recently Ian thought
she actually sang ‘Thieves, Thieves, Tramps and Thieves’, which would be a song
with a reduced diversity of mistrust and abuse.
I appear to have digressed.
So what am I actually on about? Well, who hasn’t wished they
could travel back in time. Obviously if this were possible, the most important
thing would be to right wrongs done, to spend more time with loved ones, to let
them know how much you truly loved them and to have a chance to say ‘goodbye’
properly. Second to those actions would be to avert crises and wars, to make
the world a better place for more of humanity. Only after that would be my
desire to remove curves from the garden borders.
When we first came to our current house, it was the
traditional family garden of big lawn with a foot wide border around the edge.
So I dug huge borders, curving borders, as I wanted to kick against the straight lines and to have lots of room for plants.
I do love the depth of these borders but I’ve never been
entirely happy with the shape. This slight disappointment doesn’t stem from the
plants, and I didn’t really know what I didn’t feel comfortable with, until we
had the old patio taken up and a new one put down, with another one at the
bottom of the garden. I loved the crisp straight lines of the new hard landscaping
but felt that now there was a mismatch between these sharp lines and the curves
of the borders.
I’ve lived with the juxtaposition of curves and straight
lines for five years now. It niggles me most in winter, when the herbaceous
plants have died back and the curves can more clearly be seen, hence this blog post as I noticed it again today. One day, I will reshape the borders so that there is greater unity of line through the garden,
unless in the meantime someone invents the time-machine. Then, after love and
world peace, I may make my lines straight.
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