Anyone’s garden path(s)

18^th May

Sitting

being here

loving it

contemplation

reflexion

coffee and chat

just casual

like you would in anyone’s garden

passing the time of day

in an enjoyable way

Hello, excuse me – please - can we take a photo of you? Our friends in Bolivia don’t believe me when I say “English people will sit anywhere to get a bit of sunshine”

we smiled

he took our picture

slightly tickled that we were having our picture taken

it didn’t even cross our minds to take one of them

until

they were over there

a consequence of relaxing

is

relaxing

Anyone’s garden is looking lovely

this is her view

and this is mine

ox-eye daisies

framing

features

creatures

feature

in them

ox-eyes Leucanthemum vulgare

bending in the breeze

we take a stroll

she like this garden

because she can walk

on hard surface sealants

a void of flower life

avoiding flower life

up a garden path

fringed with

crunchy cushion moss

to discover

a revered species

orchids

not uncommon

on sites like this

anyone’s garden

can harbour

surprises

the good

and the

so called bad

but not by us

one to watch

not to touch

according to the Apple Inc Dictionary (version 2.0.3.), bad has 8 meanings.

can a plant be bad?

is a plant simply ‘being’

is the term ‘bad’ ascribed because of preconceived value judgments?

bad |bad| adjective ( worse |wərs|; worst |wərst|)

1. of poor quality; inferior or defective
2. unpleasant or unwelcome; unsatisfactory or unfortunate; (of an unwelcome thing) serious; severe, unfavorable; adverse; harmful; not suitable
3. (of food) decayed; putrid; (of the atmosphere) polluted; unhealthy: bad air.
4. (of parts of the body) injured, diseased, or causing pain: a bad back. [as complement] (of a person) unwell: I feel bad.
5. [as complement ] regretful, guilty, or ashamed about something
6. morally depraved; wicked; naughty; badly behaved
7. worthless; not valid
8. informal good; excellent: they want the baddest, best-looking Corvette there is.

With regard to the nature in Anyone’s garden

our perception is that nothing is bad

(there’s no room for the word ugly in anyone’s garden either)

hours

days

years

spent

studying and observing

botanikos

yet still

first sightings occur

fox-and-cubs - Hieracium aurantiacum

Anyone’s garden

is flourishing

and there are signs of mammal movement

the wonders never cease

DROPLETS OF SUNSHINE TO SILVERY MOON BEADS

On the 21st April

This is her view

And this is mine

the dandelions turn from yellow to white

we sit and watch

light breezes

lift seeds from globes

and take them into the air

likewise

the coltsfoot turn

amber petals

to

silken filaments

as some fade

seeds dispersed

others appear

ancient species

rear up

Horsetail/Marestail - Equisetum arvense

the garden’s changing

we

being flora centric

decide it’s time for a blooming species list

mosses and grasses excluded – for now

Maundy Thursday

the thursday before easter

we spent a whole day in anyone’s garden

observing our gardening principles

observing people

as they walk past

through

looking at us

us looking back

at them

a whole day sat in the sunshine

legs turn pink as a flamingo’s

we must have looked a right pair

but approachable

coz he came up and asked if he could take a photo

he did

took two in fact

one of us

one of me n him

grinning like cats

into the lens

we may look incongruous

suspicious perhaps

but not suspicious enough to warrant a chat from the local PC

from 9.40 to 14.00 a riot shield police van circumnavigated the area

periodically driving into the site

at a creaking pace

not sure if their presence made us feel safe – coz they were there should anything untoward happen

or fearful – because they were there expecting something to happen.

we’d each recently finished reading

edgelands: journeys into England’s true wilderness.

by a pair of poets

Paul Farley & Michael Symmons Roberts

so we sat and discussed these other artists' take on overlooked spaces…

today

in particular

we were musing over the geographic placement of an edgeland

where is the centre?

and when do we arrive at the edge?

if a city has an inner-city of wasteland – is that an edgeland?

and if the edgelands are

at the edge of the city

and at the edge of the countryside – do the suburbs classify as edgelands?

is a town in decline ‘on the edge’?

sat here less than 500 yards from the centre of a city, are we in an edgeland?

this land is indeed on the edge of something

something that looks ‘other’ to it

it’s on the edge of a housing estate

it’s on the edge of a university campus

it isn’t the centre of anything

as artists, how precise do we need to be?

should we be pedantic?

abiding by our garden principles

there’s not a lot for us to ‘do’

as such

so we just ‘be’

her and me

taking it all in

indulgently

a sparrow hawk flies overhead

a passer-by tells us that cormorants roost in a tree

every day

same time

like clockwork

down by the river

which is just behind that wall

a kestrel

so low

so close to us

we see it’s Salford red (brick) coloured plumes

a young man

hoodie clad

hoodie up

on a day that’s pushing 25º C

bends down to pick a dandelion clock

startled by something he jerks back

perhaps a buzzing insect of some kind

re-composed

he picks the dandelion

blowing it’s clock as he crosses the road

i wonder if we should make more of an effort

bizarrely

doing nothing

is one of the most challenging things I’ve done

she wonders if we should do less

stop writing the blog

after all

what we are doing

here in anyone’s garden

is

‘IT’

isn’t it?

what’s the point of a second-hand account?

it stops us being here

why do we want to, or need to, reach out to anyone other than those who pass by and through this site?

that said – we don’t actually ‘reach out’

we’re here enjoying anyone’s garden

with anyone who cares to join us

a few notes made of them:

wearing stilettos – totters

wearing a hijab

carrying cake

in a rush

waved at us

man wearing flip-flops

smoking

carrying musical instruments

smoking

wearing school uniforms

most just looked they were walking from A to B

while we sat in the centre of the edge of something

a challenged landscape

anyone’s garden is a challenged landscape

Un scenic nature

Not fitting a vision of the picturesque

people search for something pretty or colorful, for scenic beauty, for the picturesque. Landscapes regularly provide that, but when they do not, we must not think that they have no aesthetic properties. (Holmes Rolston 1988)

anyone’s garden has aesthetic properties

if you take the time to look

discard prejudices

and cast aside cultural conditioning

anyone’s garden is not a picture postcard

or a scene you might find on a biscuit tin lid

it is a

living

breathing

landscape

so we claim

anyone’s garden

although ‘aesthetically challenged’

it is

in fact

beautiful

principles and dandy blooms

without realizing

we’ve been upholding a principle that isn’t on our list

and

it’s a principle that I struggle with – the hardest of the lot

it goes against my domestic instinct

it is -

don’t tidy (sweep, clean up, order – that kind of thing)

this principle slipped its way into our consciousness – like a ‘weed’ in my head

I love to sit in the garden –

watching, listening, sniffing, taking it all in

and I love to meander on the patchwork of surfaces

amongst it All

but every time I’ve been in anyone’s garden

I’ve had compelling desires to meddle

not to weed or plant or prune or dig or harvest or squish or nurture

but to arrange or move loose stuff

to sweep

to order

to tidy up (a tad)

to create - the odd intervention with the loose detritus

of shards of glass

I said –

Let’s brush them to one side

or

stack them up in pillars

She said

why?

I said

Well, if there’s no glass on the floor people who come over for a chat can safely sit on the ground without puncturing their bums

She said

Isn’t their safety their responsibility?

Isn’t that the point – that they take responsibility for their interaction with the environment?

I pondered – and concurred

But my urge didn’t wane

hasn’t waned

Not written - but adhered to

This principle – no tidying up

applies when we take photos too –

so

bits of twigs n other stuff

organic or otherwise

come into shot

and stay in shot

no tweaked pristine pics here

just what is there

but in anyone’s garden

anyone else is free to move what they want

and they do

of their own accord

through whatever motivation…

Today I went to anyone’s garden on my own

no cake

no deckchair

no spectacle as such

just me

with camera

scrubbing around

on my knees

photographing a garden in bloom

399 blooms

full blooms

(not buds)

of a single species

the dandelion (Taraxacum)

dandy clusters

dandy groupingsdandy linessingle golden bloomsbursts of sunshinefrom terra firma

yellow reigning over terra nullius acquired through occupation

paling in it’s wake

coltsfoots appear to kowtow

en masse

399 dandy full blooms on this side of the desire line

on the other side

I didn’t count

just a single shot

of some that are there

for now

what are they up to?

As we talk we notice 3 people in the neighbouring brownfield/wasteland

we watch them

“what are they up to?”

“I don’t know – but we should keep an eye on them”

they disappear

then reappear

right by us

in a nodding acknowledgement of our deckchair sitting [in]activity

he says,

“Don’t worry love I’ve done much weirder things…”

I wonder…

“what’s he done? Where’s he done it?”

I wish he’d loitered longer to chat to us

but he was over there

on the other side of the wall

with his mates

and we were sat

on this side of the wall

in our deckchairs