Well, it’s come to the time when I have to stay goodbye to the garden I’ve built and worked for two years. But that’s okay, as my mother says “there’ll be other gardens to sow”, and she’s right. But still, it’s always hard saying goodbye. Especially when you suspect that your garden won’t be taken care of by the people who’ll be moving in, and it’ll probably be ripped out and sodded.

But things are fleeting, and that’s okay, because there will always be a new garden.