I haven’t been very well. Now I am much better but not best.
I am a gardener. It is not a job. Of course it my job, what I mean it is not just my job, it is me. My identity. Who I am, what I am. For a while I thought I might not be able to do it anymore. This could still be an option. Not yet though.
Is it this that sets us apart? Is it this that merges the division between amateur and professional to almost imperceptible? A passion, a yearning, an impulsion. For money, for pleasure, for money and pleasure. It is all the same.
Don’t worry, I’ve not done yet.