In absence of Rage, Tiptoeing Gentle into the Night...Garden.

Ed's note: The lovely sounds of Bon Iver contributed to the soundtrack for this evening's keyboard tapping. Feel welcome to tune in for a few breezy minutes: http://www.boniver.org/ 


The last several weekends have seen this gardener hiding shamefully from her garden. In its stark abandonment (and moving by the minute) it rebelliously grows with hundreds of spindly bits across the ground. Webs of roots are bandying together, pushing upwards and outwards. Gangs of weeds stand around righteously. Everything that was once looking for a fight has overcome its primary adversary - me. 


I make flimsy, self-assuring conclusions in my head using words like "permaculture" and "self-seeding", whilst peering out the backdoor for a minute to decide that it's much too cold to start weeding...


I've come almost to a standstill in the garden. And all that stops me is  the cold and the darkness of a Melbourne winter and a creeping threat of eviction. In the absence of long glorious days of sun, I have weakened.
Friends, where to now?