Letters to garden makers

Dear reader, Home again at the start of astronomical summer. The days get shorter now I am short Diminutive I have diminutive thoughts Thoughts that lead nowhere Then I remember that the quest is over I no longer need to search for rest Rest is here In the deep parts of the earth I am earth bound But this is not a bad thing Heaven can be here Even if tied up Locked in a sparrow Waiting to be freed from our despoiling dominion A honey bee feeds on bramble flowers Then I see many honey bees - the same species I saw earlier in the year Very very dark almost black abdomen This wild patch - this cheap garden Has riches beyond posh hard landscaping Jealousy is such an empty vessel ! I search for rest in the wrong places And when I stop searching I find it In a black bodied bee On an overgrown slope At the edge of my garden. Paul.