Spent all of yesterday in that jungle i call a garden absolutely high on the sent of lilacs. the air is like a sweet intoxicating syrop, some magical brew that lures you into the garden and before you know it your hands are bleeding and numb from shoveling compost, whacking borders, pulling nettles...like the masochist that i am, barely able to uncurl these fingers, i will go back there again today because in return i am filled with a sense of place and purpose. no longer adrift in a multi-tasking fog of everyday worries. thank you garden. thankyouthankyouthankyou.