But thanks to that last spurt of Summer,
my garden’s wrecked. I plan to create, next,
the garden I want, not the one my loving friends
keep trying to give me: no watering needed
and only a minimum of weeding and pruning;
hardy natives, succulents, with colourful leaves
instead of flowers, and between the paving stones
a tiny, quick-spreading ground cover; nothing
that needs more care than I’m ready to give.
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