The days are very very long. I get up early and listen to the voices of New Victoria Gardens. I listen to them all day. I take a break to do some weeding.
Mare’s tail, buttercup, dandelion.
I am full of many threads-
Stories of growth, victorian bell jars, brass bands, black and white photographs, microscopes, holes dug deeply in the ground, tree trunks, Begonia rex, Soleirolia soleirolii, tales of dieback and coming back to life.
Slowly they are weaving their way together.
Tomorrow is the solstice. I have decided I will spend the beginnings and ends of the day in the two gardens in my life at present:
At sunrise I will visit my partners allotment which I help to look after in clydebank, and for sunset I will wait for the end of the day in the New Victoria Gardens off Albert drive.
I may need to take a nap.