20 April 2012
The garden is in transition. Moving slowly between one state and another. It has been given no choice in this, and much that was good has been destroyed.
None know yet if the new will be better. But plans have been made and are the voice of authority.
I wonder, whilst watching the relentless carving out of a new beginning, what the garden would say if it had a voice.
Changes Afoot • Opuss № I