sheldrake

Every now and then I want to write Gardeners' World fic. Is that so very wrong? It's just such an odd, surreal world they inhabit -- an unnaturally quiet, slightly creepy world, like Mr McGregor's garden. An enclosed world. Watching it sometimes I feel I'm intruding, a voyeur peering through the potting shed door as Joe does something to his seed-trays. He never seems to mind, though. He looks up, sees me, and cheerily demonstrates a propagation technique, like Blue Peter for grown-ups. Through the potting shed window, I glimpse Alys tiptoeing silently by with a hoe.

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Oh. I thought I had more to say than that. Turns out not.