Lost and found is my eureka! blog, my rediscovery of my short fiction and poetry submissions published in literary magazines and university literary journals some decades ago. Interspersed, occasionally, with more recent, hitherto unpublished pieces.
I've my own version of a wonderfully realized tangled garden, equally colourful, monumentally textured as A.Y. Jackson's famous painting. While yet still spring the warmth of the sun, this Valley's humidity conspire with nature to urge all growing things to green anarchic celebration.
Each of the trees, shrubs, bushes in my beloved garden has a well developed personality; to tamper with is to invite dismayed rejection. Each flourishes enthusiastically resistant to shaping, containment or instruction to respect the confines assigned, aspiring instead to capturing area not their own.
Patiently, I have learned through long observance to allow each its successive celebration of bloom. And when their conceit has been fulfilled, admirable presence of colour and fragrance muted for another year, out come the shears, the pruners, the secateurs and order is restored.
Allowing yet another garden contingent to declare prominence and clamouring claim to admired presence, in a prolonged, summer-long process of affecting need.
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