I just wanted you to know
25th August 10
That garden we visited last summer for before I left is dead. I walked past it today and it’s almost gone. That lush, green, bed of grass is dried up and dusty. That was the grass we lay on and stared out over the lit up city reflected in the river. The thick hedgerows that hid us from passersby are skeletal and wilting and the birds have all left. I looked for the ducks which swam by in the little stream in the cool and the dark. They’ve gone too. I thought that garden was large and private, lush and exotic. Now I see it’s small and open. It’s lost its secrets and everyone walking past can now see down into the dead flowerbeds.
