In the wild garden…
BUMPS/CORY/MINA I go out. I see what’s gone wrong in the garden. I get cross. Sometimes it’s me. Sometimes it’s the gardener. But now and then, when I’m walking and thinking of something else, I come around a corner suddenly and catch a sight of the house or garden unawares. It seems to me - All Right. And then I enjoy it. I enjoy it very much, I can tell you. My garden. Our Garden.