The Heart of the Garden

by Victoria Connelly

They were the usual passive-aggressive messages like, ‘I hardly ever see you these days,

‘The overgrown garden. The briars, the long grasses, the tangles of nettles and the great swathes of ivy. I’m going to miss all that. It was beautiful.’

Just how I feel about a garden

‘My dad was always pale-faced and stressed and had this hunched look about him. Came from decades at a desk. The human body isn’t meant to sit down all day.’