I’m putting this here because it is the first place I came to. This is the new writing experiment. It starts here. It’s writing about gardening with an eye on my legacy. And on all my thoughts and wishes, my feelings, stuff I believe in like Jeremy Corbyn. Of course you could stop reading now, you probably will, but I can’t help that. But I do really like Jermey Corbyn.

That said, this story is very much not about him, or anyone in particular. Well, me. It’s about me. You might care to know who I am, but I think it is best to find that out along the way. I am a gardener, and at the moment I am making a garden and writing about it. Actually not yet writing about it, not in a coherent way. I’m not very coherent. Well, my gardening is coherent. I know a lot about plants and I am learning more all the time. For example I learned the other day that mulleins are good at improving poor soil. I happened to have grown some from seed this year, seed that Sam gave me for Christmas, an Advent calendar that had a packet of seed for each day, mostly wild flowers and herbs. I’ve raised quite a few of them and one of them was mullein, so I planted a large patch in the garden in an area which has disturbed soil. Serendipity. I believe in that. If the word means what I think it does, the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way the dictionary says. Exactly what I mean! I like the world. I like my bit of the world. I try not to listen to the world outside my garden, although I’m not very good at it. I was awake in the middle of the night last night and so I read a bit. I have middle of the night books. I read a bit of something complicated and it makes me sleepy and I get back to sleep. Last night’s choice was unhelpful. The book is wonderful, In Memory of Memory by the Russian writer Maria Stepanova, and it has served it’s purpose well on other occasions but last night there was a bit about the siege of Leningrad and it was not conducive to falling back to sleep. It was more conducive to ‘What am I doing with my life?’ and that type of question. So I’m writing this. And repeating after myself ‘I am a gardener. I am a gardener. I am a gardener.’