Thoughts of gardening

The garden in Hull exists in photographs for our viewing delight all winter long as we sit in the sunshine of Florida amid tropical plants that seem either to be made of rubber or green cardboard sporting harsh and unyielding flowers.  Only the majestic palm trees waving overhead engage my eye, indeed captivate me for long sessions of meditative viewing.  But the roses of Hull, the roses of June!  We look at the photographs and are beginning to think "garden."  Garden fantasies will very soon turn into the reality which is the endless toil of a spot of land that seemed altogether manageable thirteen years ago to a seventy year old and his 57 year old partner.  We are captive to it, fancy pretentious Italianate layout, fountains, the works.  I fantasize replanting with nothing but boxwoods.  It would have that minimalist Bauhaus monochrome look.  And perhaps we could put the gardening tools away.