This unpromising, nay bleak coastal terrain bursts into life in summer.
Just the other side of this hedge, people are working with nature
to make beautiful gardens.
They shared their efforts with us to raise money for the local hospice.
When I contemplate the sorry apology for a lawn at home,
I wonder if the way forward isn't just to scalp it
and ship in the shingle.
(My only caveat is that pebbles are
so darned noisy and not barefoot friendly.)
Reminded me of this
and Freda's two gates.