Self-Forgetfulness

A Garden Tour

Self-forgetfulness*. A newly found word associated with gardening or being in a garden and one I am keenly embracing. I like to think of it as that moment when you are enjoying something so much that you forget yourself. It is how I felt when I visited Keryn’s garden last week. It is how I feel when I step into mine at the moment, to work or to admire. Life has been a tangle of surgeries for pups and people (everyone is well and on the mend). We also have a teenage pup whose hormones are raging in the house. Rainy days inside over the long weekend swung from peaceful moments to plans of escape. In short life has been full. I had plans to write this and that but in the spirit of self-forgetfulness I offer a very haphazard tour of my garden so that you too, if you need, can embrace self-forgetfulness. Apologies in advance for quality and rubbish trucks, it is very much in the moment, shall we call it honest filming.

*the phrase I picked up while reading “Garden against time” by Olivia Laing.