I’ve given up so much to be here
I wonder what’s growing

In the space I’ve made
The decision

To let myself change
My mind, again, and again, and again

Watch me return the maple syrup to the store
I just bought it, was caught in the moment

Asking for it’s location and going to the till,
It was £8.40

I don’t have the capacity
I don’t have to explain, but I do

And maybe I won’t next time
A walnut tree takes 3 years to fruit

You mulch with woodchip, around their perimeter of their roots
Old fallen braken, feeds new shoots

We prune them, to increase their yeild
It’s not loss, it’s encouragment and time better spent

Trees help us think more slowly
If I plant one, I’m unlikely to see it grow fully

But that is okay
And I think I’m ready