My first letter written 4/8/11
Dear Monty, Here I am doing a crazy thing - writing in my journal to a TV gardener. Strange as it is, I see threads of connection. Right now there are wasps on the raspberry leaves and a field mouse on its way to collect chicken feed from the chicken run. The sun is actually shining and I am enjoying my weedy, pest- ridden, diseased garden in this early morning of a near-autumn day. I say near-autumn because the robin sings its autumn song - and the swallows gather in large chattering groups above me. Anyway to the point - I wanted to ask you a question when I went to listen to the discussion about Italian gardens at Hay this year - but I felt like a dimwit amongst the intelligent -so didn't ask this question... are you obsessed with order in the garden ? I read that it was all that clipping of hedges at Long Meadow that contributed to you falling ill. I too have this streak in me - probably common to all gardeners in varying degrees. It seems we have to create order out of reb...