On Saturday we take the perfect antidote to stalled projects - a walk in a magnificent garden. It's impossible not to marvel at the creative forces at work in nature, and, me being me, I get a bit jealous. Why can't I make anything that approaches the beauty and complexity in a garden? My inanimate manipulations seem so very primitive. I find myself on the point of becoming competitive with a flower. Then I realise that we, as we pass through the garden, adults and children at various ages and stages, are not so very different to the garden. Complex, beautiful, changing creatures, created partly by nature and partly by the sheer hard yakka of the gardeners around us.
And besides, a flower couldn't even begin to make a quilt.
but a flower can inspire a quilt
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