The Postscript: Someone Else’s Garden

Someone else’s garden - The Times Gazette

Summer arrived suddenly. It was as if spring got shortchanged and we leapt from late winter into summer with nothing in between. I watched the gardeners wake with a start and begin tearing up their lawns and gardens with a fury, as if they had overslept and had to make up for lost time. I do not garden. I spent most of my adult life trying to convince myself that I liked gardening and I was just not doing it right. Gardening was never a satisfyi…

Summer arrived suddenly.