I haven’t had a garden in almost 14 years. The land baren and arid.
Someone “promised me a rose garden.” Over and over again he wrote me how he would love and nourish the soil. He was also without a garden. He seemed to know what was necessary to go from gloom to bloom.
Patrick, the potential gardner, was from a far away land. Australia, and knew nothing about soil conditions in NYC.
It seems he was tending gardens in Melbourne where he was obviously more comfortable.
It’s never my style to be demanding, but it was my first real garden and I wanted it to be lovely. Bright colors and the right ratio of plants and flowers. Integrity, good work ethics, and of course honesty. I appreciated his daily assurances.
i never asked for references. I have a keen sense of intuition. It was that ability that prompted me to write a goodbye message. Too much distance. His many health issues.
Over 500 emails from May-August. Seems excessive. I guess my judgement impaired with the vision of a magnificent garden.
I was going to send my last message. I didn’t have to. I received his. Expected because he was never specific in his plans to visit. He had more health issues.
I believed he was the man for the job. He wasn’t. It was what it was and it was what it wasn’t. Simple.
He decided to stay in his own backyard. I felt free and empowered.
I wanted a garden, not a yard🦋🌻🌺🌷🌼🌲🌹🌸🌾