Writing the Rural: John Clare, Summer Moods

Wendy Pratt Writing

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Summer is here, and with it an explosion of green. My garden is even more out of control than usual. I tell myself I’m busy, which I am of course. My brand new strimmer remains in its box, unused. Partly this is because I hate chopping nature back. I am the world’s worst gardener because I feel sorry to kill back plants that are thriving, after all, what right have I to take their life because of the aesthetics of the garden? However, the garden is becoming more jungle that garden now, so something will have to be done soon.

I’ve just come back from a walk with the dog. Our first proper walk for a few days on account of the constant drizzly rain and dark, dreary skies. I used to be a professional dog walker. When I walked dogs for a living…

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